As your hunger pangs grow stronger, you turn to Kaley with a friendly smile. "How about we cook something together?
Kaley looks at you warmly. "Yes, sure, i would love to cook something!" Her face lights up with eagerness. "Lets see what you have here, what do you normally eat?"
The both of you walk to the kitchen. Her dress cascaded over the floor, bathed in the small bit of moonlight shining through the window, accentuating her dress. She steps onto the kitchen floor, her shoes making a pleasant rhythmic sound with every step. Kaley stops in front of the fridge, you are standing behind her, you step closer, carefull not to step on her dress. She opens the frigde, revealing a barren wasteland there isn't enough here to cook anything of substance. Kaley stoops down and keeps looking through the fridge in hopes of finding something useful, but you already know its no use, its time to choose, what are you going to do now?
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