"I don't... know what Owen smells like in that way," Mhynt said, though it seemed like she was giving it a lot of thought. "Maybe he'd smell of comic book pages, considering what we'd gotten from him last time..."
They advanced anyway, unsure of just what would await them. Mhynt could only imagine what kinds of
ingredients Alexander would have been interested in procuring...
And then, just as they rounded the corner, they found the source. And just as quickly--
A black blob shot out of the ground in front of them. Mhynt hopped back, drawing her blade...
But the wraith didn't attack. Instead, there appeared to be a... menu on the top of its... head. It probably was a head. It was hard to tell what.
"...Excuse me?" Mhynt whispered, still keeping her blade up.
Behind them, they saw a table. A normal kitchen table made of wood and stone. A stone stovetop meant to be powered by a Pokemon's flames. And, in a cabinet, the source of the smells--a spicerack, still open as if the wraith had been experimenting with it.
There was a plush toy that vaguely resembled a Treecko sitting on one of the chairs; it was otherwise mundane and there was nothing special about it.
One of the cupboards was also open. Inside, there were... countless cans of soup, bags of powder for soup mixes, even some raw ingredients that weren't as perishable.
Mhynt seemed dumbfounded. And a little uncomfortable.