So! It seems that some little miss nice boots wants all of us to behave~! Or else, no less!

[There is a long pause before the sound of a bottle being broken and a whoosh sound pops up. The sound is very akin to fire.]

You'll need to COME AND FIND ME if you want to punish me~!

[Soon enough, screams can be heard while people scream to help put out a fire. Then a chainsaw is suddenly heard, and there's far more to scream about now.]

Deesuko Ballia, I knew thee well!


[Action for the Bloody Roses: they are definitely not gonna stick around after this turn of events! To arms and chaos!]

{The tap of sharp heels hitting wooden planks slowly transforms into the far more muffled thump of someone wearing normal shoes. A deep, amused laughter rumbles over the journal. The sound is positively unholy.}

Keep your Candy Island. I have found a trove of untouched treasure.

{Treasure only one such as him can enjoy. It is nice to indulge, though, frankly, it lacks the flavor of a treat well-cured.}

Each island contains the right ingredients, however there is a lack of spice on many of them. {Spice being the qualities he prefers in his Masters.} I shall keep my senses open to better enjoy what a life on the sea has to offer.

MY GALLEY!

[and then somewhat less accidental, and he sounds calm but only just]

Who decided to have a midnight snack?

[because he is going to kick the holy hell out of whoever it was. The place is a mess and he can't tell all that was missing but a good damn chunk of it is]

[Rich cursive will find its way into the journals. Conchita has a question, so that she can daydream. But as well, she's. A gourmet. She wants a list of foods she should look out to try, in the future, and maybe she can take them back to Beelzenia...]

I have an inquiry for all those who would like to answer. What is food like where you're from? What's your favorite recipe? I'd very much like to know. It is, after all, quite interesting to me. Food is at the center of every culture, and so I'd like to share.