Despite your better instincts, the commotion in the kitchen had grabbed your attention and you decided to get a closer look. Zipping in past the doorframe, you perched yourself on a spice rack and peer out at the modest kitchen before you. The walls appear mostly carved out of the existing stone, with an oven and various stoves and counters all affixed to the walls. The room is smoky and aromatic, illuminated by the eerie green glow of some strange spell.
Suddenly startled by a shout, you peer down at the drama happening below you.
"Again, Digger?" You recoil in secondhand embarrassment as the surly chef shouts at the crow-like creature. "You keep dropping food, I'm gonna make you sorry!"
"Sorry. Sorry," you see the Kenku repeat in the same voice, too ashamed to make eye contact.
After a pause, you watch the chef finally compose himself. "Fine then. Serve the ones that aren't too dirty and remake the rest. And get to it, we got hungry customers up there! And you, Pepper! Help th' bird fix this mess, eh? I'm gonna grab a pint upstairs, yer gettin' me too worked up about these damn pastries..."
As the chef sulks off, your attention turns to a young woman rolling dough. She seems to be in her late teens or early twenties, with a slender frame, wild red hair and big, green eyes. You watch curiously as she quickly abandons her task before sauntering over to the sullen kenku and putting her arm around him.
"Aw, don't take it so hard, Digger." She exclaims loudly. "Ya know Papa takes his pastries a little too seriously sometimes, but he wouldn't be so hard on ya if you didn't do such a good job. Plus, I can help ya remake em! What do we need again? Some cinnamon, some nutmeg? Here, 'Ill get us started!"
As the redhead girl's eyes turn to the spice rack, you look in terror to see the spice you had been hiding behind was labeled "Cinnamon"! With no time to react, you feel your body smashed against the side of the cold ceramic jar as a set of long, thin fingers grab the spice - and an unintentional hitchhiker. A quick descent from the high shelf only serves to disorient you further as the chef's apprentice brings you over to the counter, roughly throwing the pot - and by extension, you - onto the hard wooden surface.
Feeling a bit battered by the redhead's unaware manhandling of your tiny body, you stagger upright in an attempt to regain your composure. As you try to brush off the flour that now coats your tunic, you are startled by a voice from above!
"What th' heck is this little thing?"
You turn to see Pepper's enormous face lower to your level as she kneels next to the counter to get a better look at you, her green eyes locked on your tiny body. Her wide smile, nestled amongst a slew of freckles, can't help but make you nervous. Before you can respond, a long finger reaches out to poke you in the chest, sending you tumbling backwards.
"Aw, there ain't much to ya is there?" The young redhead laughs. "Cute lil' thing though. Bet we can get into some trouble together, eh?"
You didn't like the sound of that. Whatever Pepper had in mind, she didn't seem aware of just how delicate a fairy was compared to a human - or maybe she just didn't care. This young chef could prove to be the end of you, but at the moment all you could do was hope she didn't have anything too destructive in mind.
You watched as Pepper's eyes narrowed as she began scanning you up and down with a smirk. Suddenly, her green eyes opened wide with excitement. Snatching you roughly from the table and pinning your arms between her fingers, you peered up at the redhead as she looked down at you eagerly.
"I got an idea!" she exclaimed, filling you with dread...
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