Visit the kitchen

I'm hungry in this story, so I'm going to the kitchen. There's no other reason for me going there.

Look, if you're going to judge me for what I do even this early, you're just being a prick.

Inside, I found about what I expected to find... Godha, reading a magazine with his back to the wall. He has a bored expression on his face that he wouldn't show to any of the conference or even the other servants. That guy gets mopey when people aren't praising his food, huh? If you don't know Godha, he's the chef on staff here in the mansion... he came from a five star hotel where he was apparently fired for an inappropriate relationship with some staff member. Because his personality is a little self-serving most of the time and he's less than zero when it comes to helpfulness in solving any kind of mystery or epitaph, he can tend to fade into the background of most stories.

However... He's also a guy who's got it rough, being roped into something like tonight's murders. You can also understand why he's so high strung, given his situation with the other servants and not being permitted to wear the one-winged eagle that shows the faith of the master of the house. Even goofy servants like Shannon, who trips all the time while serving tea, are placed in a higher station than him. Plus... he is a good cook. A really good cook. That's a redeeming quality in any guy.

I am here as a woman of love. If you've started to catch on to what that means... It means there are certain ways I can help the people of Rokkenjima with my magic.

The chef started when I entered, quickly placing his magazine onto the table; the back side of it was covered over with a shampoo ad for just such an occassion. I had already seen a woman in a swimsuit on the cover, though, with the kind of boobs that no girl gets naturally... Sheesh, Godha. If you don't make me feel any sympathy for you, I'm not going to want to grant you any magic. "M-Miss Player! Are you looking for a snack?" he asked, suddenly pressing his fist to his chest and wearing a confident smile again; he'd switched his sycophantic servant side back on. "Please, allow me to serve you. I can brew you a perfect rose-hip tea, warm enough to drive off this cold rainstorm that's otherwise ruined the night's festivities..."

Festivities? That's what you call the conference? At any rate, Godha, forget the tea... Allow me to serve you.

Yes, Reader, I'm really doing this. Quit being so judgmental. If you don't think Godha deserves nice things too, then you shouldn't be reading this story...