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[bluehermitcrab]

[Awww, no pre-made fast food for everyone?

Well, there's one person in this whole mess who's perfectly fine about making his own food. Literally. In fact, Sipazianna's done more than that upon his sudden return to this strange world: He's made his own farm.

That's right. Go inside his door and you'll be inside a really tiny wood room Jacks, watch

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[nexusbeliever]

The demon just came in your house.

Damn "Wow..." Uhhhh.

Lots of things. Lots of animals he does not recognize.

"...A farm..?" He does realize what it IS though.

And food. Lots of food that most of the others back home would literally kill for.

[bluehermitcrab]

[Hi there. Guillermo was just pressing pasta and dough!]

Aah...you?!

[nexusbeliever]

"I smelled something." What. There's nothing wrong with that.

Also he's coming over ahhhhhhh-

"What are you making..?"

[bluehermitcrab]

...I am making pasta...a bread food of Italy...

[bluehermitcrab]

[Oh, a wolf. Guillermo didn't fear the creature, though he knew many of his brethren did. Perhaps it was his heathen past, but the animal looked hungry, regardless.

He bids the creature in. It just so happens that he was getting a pig ready for slaughter...]

[bluehermitcrab]

A minute... I need to slice the creature's throat first.

[He wondered if this creature understood him.]

Then it must be cleaned.