A/N: OK. U KNOW THAT I AM NOT KATE CONSTABLE-DESPITE WHAT I WISH. U KNOW WHAT IS HERS AND WHAT BELONGS TO I.

"Come on, ninny!"

Mica-Marna eyed Xania out of her eye with a curious look. Xania would only help her if the world was on fire-which it wasn't. The world wouldn't burn, but die. She knew this because her mother had told her that.

"Where is the bowls?"

She just stared at the things assembled onto the counter. Who in the world would need all that for a simple sandwich? Who needed seven jams, flour, parsley, garlic, paste of tomato, olives, water, cinnamon, eggs, noodles, and...grapes?

"M&M, where are the bowls?"

"Er..."

"M&M?"

"Okay, why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?!" Xania whirled around to stare at her with eyes of rage.

"Making a meal."

Xania's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You said that you wanted to cook."

"A sandwich."

Xania took a step forward. "A sandwich, eh?"

"Er...yeah."

Xania rolled her eyes. "A sandwich it is." She paused. "Now, where are the bowls?"

"Um...They are behind that disc thingy."

"You mean the plates?"

"Uh, yeah."

As Xania got the bowls that she needed. Mica-marna walked to the counter. Something wasn't right She poked a random food.

It moved.