Eris, meanwhile, made herself quite the preparations. Meanwhile, the ingredients moved on their own, lining up on little soldiers. She folded her arms behind her back, talking to them like a drill instructor.<br/><br/>"ALRIGHT TROOPS! In a matter of minutes, you will be used to make one of the little morsels in the waiting rooms over there extremely tasty. Do you understand?!"<br/><br/>The ingredients cowered in fear. The bag of flour may have wet itself.<br/><br/>"GOOD! Stacy, you're up!"<br/><br/>The draconequus hit Stacy's button, beginning to sharpen a large butchers knife.