"Th-three hundred?!"
Aunt Triss's hand froze around the menu. Her smile stiffened as though she had just heard a joke on a cosmic scale.
"Miss Altria... did you say three hundred Heavenly Ring Burgers? Just to, to tide you over?"
She wondered if Memoria had clogged her ears.
"Yes." Lia's golden eyes remained calm, her tone as serious as if she were listing military supplies.
"Given the unusual way energy is replenished here, and the energy we may expend in future battles, a basic reserve of emotional energy is necessary."
"Three hundred is only a preliminary estimate. If the main meal lacks sufficient energy density, I may need more."
She even tilted her head slightly, as though assessing the upper limit of Triss's kitchen capacity.
March 7th's mouth fell open wide enough to fit a Little Honk.
"L-Lia... three hundred burgers? That's more than even Juju Bao can eat!"
"We're in a dream. You don't have to stuff yourself like that."
Lia turned to March 7th, her reasoning clear.
"The primary purpose of food in a dream is to counteract hunger over time and generate positive emotions."
"Since Master has given me an unlimited Credits budget, investing efficiently where energy is needed most is reasonable."
"Besides..."
Her gaze shifted toward the kitchen, as though she could see its stores of ingredients through the wall.
"From what I can sense, your kitchen equipment and ingredient reserves should theoretically be enough to fulfill this order."
Aunt Triss recovered from her shock.
As an old hand in Dreamville who had weathered all manner of outrageous requests from Boothill, she took a deep breath. Her eyes lit up with a fierce I'm going all in gleam.
"Fine! Three hundred Heavenly Ring Burgers! Little March, your friend's got guts. Just you wait. I'll get the