The cooks in the Paper Mario series are so underlooked but they give you some of your best items. With seeing 'food' on the list, I didn't know how else to do it but to make a great tribute to one of the cooks from Super Paper Mario. So, here's my little bit on Saffron, which takes place right after you've defeated Mr. L in the Sammer Guys' destroyed kingdom.
87. Food
Saffron loved to cook.
Okay, I know that may sound a little obvious. But it was true. Ever since she was a little girl, she had loved to help her mother with the baking. And now that she was full grown, she owned her own establishment on the first floor of Flipside. It was cozy, warm, homey... it felt just right for baking. She had everything she needed there. And, even though people would give her strange items, it had never seemed like she had any suprises. She'd memorized her recipes and had them down pat.
But boy, was she ever in a pickle (s'cuse the pun) when she had to bake for a person intent on killing her if she made any Mistakes.
"Ahaha, get it right, dear Saffron!"
She didn't know how or where he knew her name. All she had was fear as she stood, shaking at the counter, staring at the person's strange dress and eternal smile. He had lain a small golden brick on the counter, the ingredient to make a Gold Meal. Saffron knew that the Gold Meal was difficult and took longer than most to prepare--and she also knew that the person was in a hurry. Or so he said.
"I--I'll--I'll t-try..." she had said, her voice almost strangled under pressure. She gently picked up the Gold Bar and held it to the light. No cracks. That was good--it made her job a bit easier now, since she didn't have to seal any of them. Carefully she dunked the Gold Bar into a pot--once--twice--three times, once--twice--three times, until it began to turn more yellow than gold.
"Hurry, dear. I don't want to have to waste my precious power and precious time..." the man suddenly whispered as he tapped his gloved hands on the counter. "And I do hate to waste my power, like Bruce Banner being turned into the Hulk in an impenetrable room." Saffron did not quite understand the (probably-foreign) analogy, but she sped up the pace as she began to crush the Gold Bar. After many hits, it was ready to be boiled, and Saffron turned back to the strange little man.
"T-This step will take about 5 m-minutes..." she murmured, clutching at her chest. "Y-You may want to--" But the man moved then to put a hand over her mouth.
"Don't worry miss Saffron. I'll be waiting right here. Ahahaha..."
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