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[For once, this hermit isn't selling weird things for his lemonade stand. Somewhere in the quieter places of the dressingroom, where the possibility of population is hopefully zero, there's a Colonel. He was sitting in the middle of the field, staring out to space. It seems he has no interests in anything, but the area before him.

Actually, he was staring at the rows of pumpkins in the field. And maybe a crow or two.]

Hopefully, this spot is more quieter and peaceful. Everywhere else is just noisey.

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A lot. [She sighs] Mostly the conservative faction. It isn't easy, but I guess I was expecting it. These people have lived with the Score their whole lives. I just wish they'd listen, though...

My, my, and that makes you more prone to migraines.

I'll make you lunch. My treat. ♥

Ah - wh-what? Colonel, there's no need-...

Oh? Maybe I should eat by myself...[Makes a pretend sadface.]

[... She rolls her eyes with a grin. Well, if you're going to be like that...]

...- But I suppose I can take you up on that offer. It's been quite a while since we've had any meal together, after all.

There's lot of work to do in your world after all.

[And his house is in sight.]

Yeah. Which is what makes being stuck here so frustrating.

[He walks up his steps and kicks the door with his toe. It's not locked, but he figures he got nothing of value for anyone to steal.]

You can sit in the living room and read some of my books.

Don't you want any help, Colonel? It's been some time since I've had the chance to work in the kitchen, but I promise I won't set anything on fire~ ♥

Ah, you know what? You're right. Come on, and join me right here.

[He's in the kitchen now, remove his gloves, his jacket, until his he's down to his black coat. He puts a dark blue apron over his clothes, then washed his hands and get to work.]

[She removes her white vestment herself, and ties her hair back. But as she washes her hands, she realizes she doesn't have an apron - oh dear. Ah well, we'll make do!]

So - how can I assist you today, Colonel~?

Ah, assistance? Let see.

Make whatever you want here. Surprise me. I got everything here that is enough to feed an army.

[And she immediately sets to work. Well, if they're having pie, maybe she can make some biscuits?]

Why do you even have this much food here, Colonel? ... Are you living with someone else?

I lived alone here for a very long time. I read every book there is and I got bored. I tried looking for an exit to return home to no avail.

[Ah, blissful work that doesn't have anything to do with paperwork and legal matters.]

Since there's a lot of children here, I decided to learn how to cook to pass the time. I even thought of an idea to open up a restaurant soon.

So there really is no way home, is there...? Or, it just hasn't been found, yet.

And - that's surprisingly nice of you, Colonel. Since when have you been so good with children?

Some people found their way back. Some people have been trying for years.

Oh? I had been surrounded by them for a year. Naturally, everyone are kids once I hit my late thirties~.

Ah, so it's not impossible, then! That's a comfort to know. [She smiles, her worries appeased for the moment.]

That's interesting to hear. The Colonel from my world is a strapping young man of forty-two, after all. I can't imagine how it must be like for him!

42? Hmm, that age is not so far for me. I think I'm 37.

You "think" you're thirty-seven, Colonel?

I keep drifting from this world and into other worlds, that I lost count of my true age.

It doesn't help that you look the same, no matter what age you are, either... You don't seem too troubled by this, though!

[And she places a tray of biscuits into the oven for baking!]

[His pumpkin soul begins to boil over the stove. Soon enough the kitchen begins to smell wonderful.]

Oh really? I suppose once one gets older, things settle down.

Some things come with age, I suppose.

[she pauses, and sighs in content.]

Ahh, it smells delicious, Colonel~! ♥

Ah, this recipe has been on my mind for a long time. I can't wait to try it. ♪

I'll bet it tastes fantastic, to boot! ♥

[And there's a -ding- of the oven as the biscuits Anise are baking are done. She picks up a pair of oven mitts and sets about taking them out.]

A-ahh, that's hot...