[She'd been cooking dinner, for both of her captors. Like she'd been instructed to, and she was happy to do so. Sort of.]
[Nonetheless, with dinner on the table, she exited the kitchen, a smile on her face. She was rather pleased with herself, as usual.]
Dinner's ready!
[No response. Odd. She blinked. This wasn't the same room.]
Germany~.
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