{I felt much better after resting yesterday, but seeing the stats getting worse and worse, I know everyone is running out of patience. After thinking it over, I decided to pick up the pace...}
At that moment, Escoffier and Skirk gazed into each other's eyes. That strange feeling quietly welled up in their hearts, bringing alluring blushes to both their pretty faces.
"Um, thank you for helping me, but could you put me down?"
Escoffier felt a little strange being held by this woman who gave off an icy aura. Her body felt weak and tingly, too...
So the little chef shyly voiced her predicament in a quiet voice.
"..."
Skirk felt a little awkward at her words, too. She did not understand the strange feeling she was experiencing. It was a kind of excitement, along with a peculiar sense of satisfaction, and she found it very unfamiliar.
It made sense. Her childhood had been spent undergoing brutally harsh training every moment of every day. Having never experienced these emotions, she naturally felt a little at a loss.
Somewhat reluctantly, she released the sweet-smelling little chef.
"Sorry, I just... never mind..."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Skirk. I'm a swordswoman."
Skirk looked at the little chef before her with some embarrassment as she introduced herself.
"A swordswoman? You don't see many of those! Hello, Miss Skirk. My name is Escoffier."
"I'm currently the head chef at Hotel Debord. If you don't mind, why don't you come with me to Hotel Debord? I'll make you something delicious to thank you."
Escoffier extended the invitation as she looked at Skirk, who was growing more pleasing to her eyes by the moment. The mechanical tail behind her swayed restlessly, too.
"..."
Skirk had intended to decline. She did not want to