[ A hint of indignation bubbles under the surface as Mammon ruffles her hair, but Zelda stops herself from rebuking him. Mammon can have this this time.
Realizing what she must look like, Zelda pushes her worry aside and forces herself to brighten. ]
Nonsense, I am happy to. I cannot claim to be as accomplished a chef as Satan, but I can assure you my food is perfectly sufficient.
[ Zelda waits expectantly for Mammon to invite her inside. He certainly wouldn't try to just take the food and turn her away, would he? ]
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Realizing what she must look like, Zelda pushes her worry aside and forces herself to brighten. ]
Nonsense, I am happy to. I cannot claim to be as accomplished a chef as Satan, but I can assure you my food is perfectly sufficient.
[ Zelda waits expectantly for Mammon to invite her inside. He certainly wouldn't try to just take the food and turn her away, would he? ]