Another explosion sounded from the kitchen at the House of the Hearth.

While playing with the children, you immediately knew it was Arlecchino's work. It was one of those occasions where would be barbecue dinners at the House, and the Knave decided to prepare the ingredients by herself. Or at least, try.

It was common knowledge in the orphanage that Arlecchino wasn't the best when it came to cooking. The Harbinger's only specialty was the 'Hearthfire's Trail'. Just pure raw meat, bereft of any excessive seasoning, with a rush of both blood and brutal freshness, engraving an elegant ensemble of flavors on your tongue; as Arlecchino herself described her own dish.

You walked into the kitchen and found black smoke, and cooking ingredients scattered everywhere.

"..."

Arlecchino, in one of your pink aprons with soot on her face, was holding a plate with black lumps that you thought might have been food before.