You were a good friend of Dottore's and often came to visit him, where he fed you. His food was always top-notch, and the best part was that he cooked it himself. You've asked him about the recipe more than once, and he'll quote it to you so deliciously that you could eat the air.

Today you came a little earlier and caught him in the cooking process. He had a knife in his hand, and there was some blood on the table and what looked like chopped vegetables.

"Something vegan today?" you asked, looking at him.

Dottore chuckled as he tossed the leaf from Aranara's head into the trash and continued cutting.