Chapter 4
Mitchel woke up one morning to fix himself a hearty breakfast until someone came knocking at the door.
The chicken-loving farmer decided to answer it, only to find Popuri standing outside, with a meal in her hands.
"Oh. good morning, Popuri! It was an interesting experience playing "House" with Stu and May yesterday, even though I was sort of forced into doing it. So, ah... what brings you here with a fresh breakfast? Is there are problem at the Poultry Farm?" he asked while scratching his head.
Popuri shook her head nervously. "No, ah... actually, I, uh... made it for you!" she said with a flushed face.
"Really? Is that so?" he uttered in a weary voice.
Mitchel inched closer to the chicken girl, examining the meal and observing her peculiar attitude.
In Popuri's hands was a cheese omelet and some Jam bread on a plate, along with a cup of strawberry milk.
"Yeah... she was acting pretty natural during the whole experience. but I felt... strange." he thought. "But now she's took a sudden change of attitude. Did Ann say something stupid top her?"
Mitchel then accepted her breakfast and carefully placed it on his table.
"I think people normally don't do this sort of thing unless it's a special occasion. Did I forget to mark my calendar for something?" Mitchel asked.
"No!" Popuri cried. "It's just... I think my mind's still stuck on playing "House" from yesterday, and I just instinctively made breakfast for "Daddy". I forgot we were done playing, but still... I, uh... I made it ith your tates in mind, so I figured I couldn't let this go to waste!" she exclaimed.
"Well, that's considerate!" Mitchel answered with a pleasant smile. "It's a little strange to keep your mind into role play after an entire night, but at least I get a meal out of this! And you get some cooking experience, so we all win!"
Popuri laughed bashfully. "Gee... you're welcome."
Mitchel blinked.
"Seriously, is she acting okay? Popuri's being just plain odd right now." he thought in concern.
He then turned around, with his face turning deep red with memories seeping into his mind. "Come to think of it... is she actually becoming cuter latley? I mean... she turns into a completely different person when it comes to certain situations! Like that time a chicken fled from the Poultry Farm, or like when she was being "Mommy" yesterday... it's like I can't even recognize her anymore! Who is that other girl?" he thought.
"Ahhh... Mitchel! Maybe you should start on your breakfast now! It's starting to get cold!" Popuri cried.
The eccentric farmer was suddenly brought back to reality. "Right, right! That sounds like a good idea!" he responded as he plopped his butt on a wooden chair and started tearing into his meal.
"Well? Is it good?" Popuri asked meekly.
"Oh yeah! This is great!" Mitchell answered with a sincere grin. "I can tell you put a lot of work into the omlette! This cheese is excellent!"
"That's Good to hear." Popuri said in a pleasant tone.
For a brief moment, the childish girl found herself slipping into her nurturing side as she watched Mitchell enjoying his meal.
"Say, Popuri! You wanna join me for breakfast? I still have a few things in the Fridge!" Mitchel said.
Popuri shrugged while looking on anxiously.
"Umm... I should probably head back. Mom and Rick don't really know that I left yet, and I don't want to cause them any more trouble than I normally do! I'm really sorry!" she answered.
Mitchell shrugged. "Okay" he said, "That's good thinking. It sucks when your family can't trust you anymore. I hope you get breakfast from your Mom, because she I think that's where you got your cooking skill from."
"Right..." Popuri replied. "Well then, please excuse me, Sweetie."
The pink-haired girl gasped before taking her leave in a hurry as Mitchell continued eating breakfast.
"She's even acting more polite..." he noted to himself.
Outside, the chicken girl speed-walked towards the Poultry Farm while holding two fists in front of her chest.
"What's wrong with me? I've felt different since yesterday... and... did I just call him 'Sweetie?'" she thought to herself while blushing.
At the same time, a figure passed her on the way to Mitchel's Farm house without noticing her. After finally reaching the humble abode, it knocked on the door.
Mitchel decided to interrupt his breakfast and opened the door to find the seedy Merchant, Won, with some bizarre merchandise in hand.
"Oho! Weary one, I've heard of your plight! There seems to be trouble in paradise, and I hope to remedy the situation!" he grinned as his eyes glinted with greed. "I have a few things for sale that should help you with your rocky relationship with your special maiden! This vial contains a special potion guaranteed to increase your charisma and have your girl of choice swooning in this arms! Also, this bag contains special malts that, when fed to the girl of your dreams, will have her fall madly in love with the first person she sees! But that's not all! This Apple---"
Won gets immideatley cut off by a door slam, but the determined Merchant steps forward and pounds harshly on the door.
"Do not deny your heart, young one! I know it aches for the girl of the Inn, and you desire help!" he shouted.
The conniving voice within his mind laughed with glee. "Yes, once the poor fool hears that I have discovered the one he loves, he is sure to reconsider due to my "infinte knowledge", and fall prey to my sales!"
Unfortunately, he was standing WAY too close to the door, as Mitchel swung the door open again, causing it collide into Won's face, and ultimately causing his body to be smashed between the door and a wall.
The once laid-back Farm Boy looked outside the door with an unpleasant look.
"Idiot..." he uttered in a disgruntled voice.
He then slammed the door close again, leaving a damaged Won to wobble away from the house.
"Maybe... I was... too direct..."
The seedy merchant only managed a few clumsy steps before collapsing from his pain.
Omake: Breakfast In Bed
Earlier that day, Popuri experienced pleasant dreams in the comfort of her own home.
In this dream, she was married to one she saw as a very handsome man, and she herself was an earnest, yet devoted wife. They shared a humble household together, but they were clearly very happy living together.
During this dream, Popuri was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the one she loved. Although more freedom has been granted in the 21st century, this young lady could not help but fantasize about the old fashioned ways.
In a matter of moments, she managed to complete a satisfying meal fit for a king.
Its contents scintillated with the brilliance of the sun.
Finally, the happy husband waltzed into the room with a grin. His mysterious face was known only to the blissful wife.
"Good Morning, Honey! Your breakfast is ready!" she said with a smile.
"Good Morning, Darling. And Might I say, you've really outdone yourself this time! I can't wait to try out this newest achievement!" he exclaimed.
The friendly husband then took his tray of food and laid it gently on the kitchen table.
Afterwards, the man approached his wife and gently caressed her cheek with a gentle smile.
"I know I've said this a thousand times, but I have to say it again:
Out of all the women in existence, I'm glad I chose you."
Immediately, the matured young woman's face flushed.
"You're way too kind..." she uttered softly.
"Perhaps..." he answered with a sly grin.
Suddenly, their faces came close together until their lips met.
While the young housewife felt a refreshing sensation seep through her mouth, her nose somehow wafted her delicious breakfast.
Her lips then separated from her husband's with her eyes still closed.
"I'm sorry, but the scent of my omelet's starting to make me hungry..." she admitted.
"It's alright. We can share. Just open your eyes, you can enjoy it with me." he assured in a sincere tone.
Popuri then open her eyes, but everything was suddenly different. She was back in her own house, inside her usually petite body. The strangest thing was, she was holding a tray with a fresh plate of Jam Toast and Cheese Omelets, along with a glass of Strawberry Milk. Her big red eyes widened in shock.
"Oh my gosh! How did I get here? Did I actually just cook while I was asleep?" she cried in panic.
"Come to think of it, wasn't I also cooking in the dream? Yes... I was preparing a meal for my dream husband... and he looked kinda like the new farmer, Mitchell..."
Her face turned bright red upon the revelation.
"... Maybe... I should just give it to him, then..." she concluded.
