As a sorcerer, I meet Lamdadelta in her bedroom in the meta-world

The Witch Hunt does not record the existence of Lambdadelta. Although I understand many of you readers coming in fresh somehow know of her already, she was a mystery to me until the moment I received my Pink Trigger from the witch who asked that I become her reader. Over time, I've come to learn more about her... the hand she played in establishing Beatrice's game-board and witnessing the spectacle, the various ways that she and Bernkastel became involved, and so forth. I could fill several scholarly records now with the information I know- were I still alive, small matter- but instead, I find it best to provide my sponsor witch with these posthumous chapters, to properly roll Lady Lambdadelta into my story. Trust me when I say that I now love her greatly, otherwise, we wouldn't be here celebrating her; she's a worthy addition to the Rokkenjima incident's full roster of characters.

But I may be relying on your help to overcome her trickery, if you really are that familiar with her, fellow reader.

... Trickery such as this one, the trickery already in progress.

When you picture Lady Lambdadelta's room, you probably imagine giant, impossibly large sweets, candy, cookies, and that sort of thing, surrounding a lavish circular bed with pink sheets and a golden frame, the kind where she and Bernkastel lie down and tease each other. That imagery probably sets your heart pattering, just as it did mine. Ah... I want to see that cute Lambda, lying on those sheets and inviting me to lay with her. All of that is here, waiting for me. That is, of course, why I devised this premise.

So why am I currently buried in a mountain of pancakes, with butter and syrup being drizzled over my head? Lambdadelta imprisoned me here from the moment that I came in. Behind her, leaning against some cupcake or another, is a fork, comically as large as her entire body. If she really intends to eat me, there's no way to do it with that...

Though, killing me with it could be pretty simple.

That witch was humming a song to herself while she now set aside the mostly empty syrup bottle and began pouring powdered sugar all over me. At this point, I supposed I probably had until she finished some fruit topping or a decadent handful of chocolate chips to say my peace. Ah, I'll explain. Before we picked up here, I tried all kinds of Pink Triggers to try and turn her. She's utterly unfazed by any of them. Still, we have to keep trying. I cleared my throat to start over.

Greetings, Lady Lambdadelta, most respected Witch of Certainty. I am H.I. Player. I am a sorcerer. I've studied magic and come a long way in order to court you. If you could favor me with just a bit of conversation, I would be most pleased.

"Hmmmm? My pancakes are talking to me? That's so weird..."

Dammit. There's just no way to get through to her. I found myself muttering to myself words of love, like a mantra. Ah... Lady Lambdadelta, perhaps I must first move back to teasing Lucifer or the Chiester sisters, until I'm a worthy man for you.

Hearing me, she paused for a moment, before shaking another dash of powdered sugar into my face and putting on a beaming smile. "Oooh! You're that Player guy who's been making a mess of Beato's game board, aren't you? Some of that stuff was pretty ero-ero! Some of it was actually really gross, the way you crawl around like a cockroach, telling old ladies you want to kiss them! All of that was just you trying to get my attention, is that what you're saying?" she questioned, holding the sugar can above my head as though the wrong answer would earn me more sugar.

I told her that was exactly right.

"Is that so? Well, the problem with that is, I'm not interested at all in being courted by pancakes. But you know, I'm a witch who hates boredom, and it'd be super stupid to just toss away a new toy before I even play with it, no matter how lame that toy is. So tell me... what are you willing to do to raise yourself up out of pancake status and become a cool guy I wanna talk to?"

I racked my pancake brain to come up with the right answer...