Hello! It's Muddi. I've recently been obsessed with the Professor Layton games, so now I want to write about them. So this came into my mind randomly. Enjoy!

Poke.

Flora ignored the jag to her shoulder and continued concentrating on not burning the food this time.

Poke.

Stir slowly as to not overflow the ingredients.

Poke.

Was her shoulder always this itchy?

Poke.

Flora could no longer tell she was cooking anymore. Either it wasn't supposed to be purple or she was more focused on her shoulder.

Poke.

She looked back at the cookbook. "Your scrambled eggs should be a nice yellow color at this point." Oops.

Poke.

"What?" Flora cried distraughtly at her disturber. A frightened Luke with a piece of paper was cowering before her.

"Sorry, maybe now isn't a good time to distract you," Luke mumbled.

Flora sighed. "No, it's fine, Luke. I was just thinking about the eggs too much. What do you need to tell me?"

Luke gave her a huge smile and thrust the piece of paper at her. "I wrote you this story! Can you read it now?"

"While I'm cooking? I thought you were just going to ask me a question! Honestly, you're just like the Professor and his habit of random objects reminding him of puzzle at the most inopportune moments!"

"I promise you, it won't take very long!"

Flora sighed and put down her spatula. "Okay," she said. Luke smiled giddily as she cleared her throat and began reading.

"Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a hotel which was located in Echo Valley. Her name was Lima. She had two kids named Lima Jr. and Oscar. While doing the foxtrot, Lima Jr. and Oscar met a man named Romeo. They thought he was weird because he would say "Alpha" when people tried to talk to him. The End."

"So? How was it?"

"That was probably the strangest story I have ever read."

"Well, it's not just a story! It's a puzzle!"

"It is?"

"Of course! You just have to figure it out!" Luke waited happily as Flora's bewildered expression turned into realization.

"This is a message written with the NATO phonetic alphabet, isn't it?"

"You catch on quick!"

Flora got a pencil and circled some words. "Hotel-Echo-Lima-Lima-Oscar Foxtrot-Lima-Oscar-Romeo-Alpha. 'Hello Flora,' in other words."

"Congratulations, you figured it out!"

"Why, thank you, Luke. And Hotel-Echo-Lima-Lima-Oscar to you, too."

"Hey, Flora?"

"Yes?"

"ECHO-GOLF-GOLF-SIERRA!"

"What?"

"Eggs!"

Flora turned and screamed; the eggs she was cooking were now foaming over the pan and turning from a violet shade to a green hue rapidly. She quickly turned the stovetop off . Luke ran off to get the professor. By the time the two got back to the kitchen, the eggs had already eaten through the bottom of the pan and were now proceeding to make a hole through the bottom of the floor.

Flora smiled weakly. "Hotel-Echo-Lima-Papa?"

Don't ask how the eggs turned different colors. It's Flora, after all.