Cheese
As Inglis’s group traveled aboard the Flygear Port in Alcard, they had stumbled upon a regular snack.
“I’m hungry. Guess I’ll have a snow dumpling,” Rafinha announced.
“I’ll pass. I’m getting tired of them,” Inglis replied.
“I still don’t mind them. Unlike you, Chris, I can hold back.”
“I mean, this whole thing was your idea.” Still, though, Rafinha was like a granddaughter to her, and as her ersatz guardian in that respect, it was embarrassing to be the one pouting the most about an empty stomach. “Oh, hmm...”
Inglis wondered whether she could use aether to turn the snow dumplings into actual food. Theoretically, it should have been possible—extremely difficult in terms of fine control, to be sure, but Inglis’s capabilities along those lines had improved. So even if she couldn’t transform them completely, maybe she could alter their texture and flavor to an extent.
“All right!” Inglis plucked up a snow dumpling.
“Wait, that’s—” Rafinha began to protest.
“It’s just one, Rani. Hmmm...” Inglis focused, and tried to control the aether as finely and precisely as she could, willing a transformation of its composition into a different food.
The first thing which came to mind was cheese. It had a relatively consistent aether composition. “Cheese, cheese,” she murmured intently, and took a bite of the snow dumpling.
It tasted and felt exactly like cheese.
“Wow! It worked! Look, this snow dumpling tastes like cheese!” Inglis announced.
“I’m sure it does,” Leone said with a blank stare.
“After all, it certainly appears to be cheese,” Liselotte remarked.
“Wh—?!” Inglis gasped. “There’s cheese in this snowball?! Rani!”
“Tee hee, I couldn’t hold out any longer, so I stuck in a little bit...” Rafinha admitted.
“That’s no fair, Rani! Give half to me!”
“Ah, wait! You’re taking too much! Give it back—whoops?!”
“It fell?! No, I won’t let that happen!” Inglis flung herself overboard in pursuit.
“Hunger is a fearsome thing,” Leone said.
Liselotte nodded. “Indeed it is.”
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