Ferina can feel the heat on the extended surfaces, the butter drying as her layers bake. While Ferina's squares of pastry are cooking, Kimiko turns her attention back to the Jill soup. "In uncompressed timne, it's been simmereing at just below boiling for four hours. mmmm! Just smell that aroma..."<br/><br/>Her tail-clones pour out the massive pot of soup into bowls, and Jill feels each bowl of her new form separately. While she can't really see, she can sense her immedaiate surroundings, and feel it as the bowls are passed out to the audience, who begin slurping her down. Her hot, semi-liquid faorm is gulped down a hundred gullets, or soaked forst into the crusty bread that was served alongside.