<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: ElvenCommonSpeak;">Chizuru Nishiyama - the Kitchen</span></span></span><br/><br/>At the sound of the voice, coming from the loudspeaker, Chizuru raised her head like a robot, and slowly, a small smile spread through her lips. He was speaking to them again! Yes! She was always looking forwards to hearing that beautiful, beautiful, beautiful voice. She wrote so many verses about that voice. The voice that was like a ray of light, breaking through dark stormclouds. The beautiful voice. It mattered not what it said - just its very sound was important.<br/><br/>But her brow furrowed as Alex spoke to her. "Not Chizu. Don't call that." she muttered, giving him a somewhat displeased look, moving over to execute Jenny's order - grab the butter and the bread that she was requested to. Her small, paper-white hands were soon clutching a loaf of pre-sliced bread and a plastic dose of butter. Not real butter... They never had that. Just the synthetic, plant oil stuff. She didn't like it. She never ate it, really. She'd always scrape it off her food wherever it was put there, and eat it like that. Even toasts were usually eaten plain and dry.<br/><br/>When Jenny left to tend to the 'newcommer', Chizuru decided to make the toasts by herself. After all, the toaster was repaired - after Rai broke it a few days ago, Jack put it together again - and she knew how to use it. Unlike her brother, she took no pleasure in taking things apart to screws and circuits. It made too much mess. Soon, the smell of bread, roasting in the toaster, filled the entire kitchen, and she had her usual dreamy, distant smile back on her face.