Doma Residence, B2.
The orange-clad shrine maiden stirred a mysterious vat. Spurred by the flames, clouds of half-green, half-purple smoke billowed out from within, mixed with a strange, inexplicable stench...
Watching the scene that looked like a witch straight out of a fairy tale, even Sogo Doma could not help saying:
"My foolish imouto, what are you doing?"
"My foolish Onii-chan, can't you tell this is Umaru's special barbecue sauce?" The orange witch stopped what she was doing, slowly turned around, and replied.
"Stop lying. You're obviously making a biological weapon of mass destruction!"
"It's sauce!" orange-clad Umaru emphasized.
"Is that so? Then Umaru can eat the feast grilled with this sauce herself later..." Sogo Doma sneered.
"Onii-chan, this is the first time Umaru has made Cooking herself, aside from instant noodles. Even if it's only sauce, won't you really give it a try?" Umaru put on an aggrieved face.
"No. Absolutely not. A hundred times no. A barbecue feast paired with this kind of sauce is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely a one-way ticket to the Sanzu River!" Even Sogo Doma did not dare casually try that strange, inexplicable smell. Three consecutive "absolutelys" conveyed his refusal.
"How could that be? Umaru didn't add anything weird..." Umaru puffed out her cheeks.
"You're sure you didn't add anything weird? Onii-chan can clearly smell the aura of the Sanzu River coming from it..."
"No, absolutely not!"
"Question: why are you using fire to mix sauce?"
"Tsk, tsk..." Umaru first braced one hand against her chair, then wagged the free index finger of her other hand. "Onii-chan, what an amateur. Flames are the soul of barbecue..."
"Idiot, I already prepared the ingredients for the sauce in advance. All you needed to do was stir them together evenly. Wait, no amount of heating and stirring those