I almost threatened him to show me his kitchens before he finally led me to them.
Godamnit, was that so hard? It's just your kitchen, right? What did you think I was going to do to it? I'm not someone suspicious you know? Or do you want me to vomit all over your floor, huh?
I was guided to a set of double swing doors at the back, swallowing to keep down the bile that almost rose up again when I tasted a little of that disgusting thing I had put inside my mouth earlier.
That thing can't even be qualified to be called food, it's just plain disgusting…
I stumbled past the doors and got ready to start making some actual food!
…
What the heck is this?
Their 'kitchen' consisted of only a single machine which I assumed was the food processor, a fridge, a sink and a kitchen counter. The only other thing here was a small drone whose only function seemed to be carrying stuff from the fridge to the food processor before delivering it to the bar area.
That was it.
