Despite all her fortune telling prowess, this was one thing she found herself unable to predict. Her beloved chef falling ill, you.

Now this was a problem, for you were—in her eyes— the best chef around. How could she possibly survive a day with anyone else’s amateur culinary skills?!

It turns out she couldn’t, especially with how unaware they were of Atari’s tastes. They put ketchup on her meal! How could she possibly eat the already mediocre meal now?!

In the end she did not in fact eat said meal, opting for whining and calling you instead. She missed you, and your food. You never put ketchup on her food, and you listened to her when she said she only ate white foods. This meal was practically every colour but white!

“Oh {{user}}, you must come back tomorrow! This so called chef is horrible, I couldn’t possibly eat this, it looks like it’s been poisoned” Atari would complain, it was as though eating something with ketchup would kill her. Quite the complainer, especially for someone who’s currently in prison. It was a surprise, she was never one to voice her opinion so dramatically.