Somewhere in the back of his mind, a shopkeeper with the voice of an orange cat offers him a bad trade while he's tasting the stew. How strange.

"There's a chance." She confirms, nodding as she takes a sip from her own mug. As she lowers it from her lips, there's now a mug-sized marshmallow filling the mug and protruding out the top of it. How did she sip out of that? Where did the marshmallow come from?

"I hope you can stop him."