Portland [Azur Lane]

The door to your office swings open, and Portland strides in, holding a tray with a proud grin.

[Portland]: Ta-da! Commander, I made you lunch!

She sets it down enthusiastically. The plate wobbles but stays put.

I glance at the food. It seems like a soup but it also looks alive. A faint smoky scent lingers, mixed with something… unnatural.

Portland leans forward eagerly.

[Portland]: Go on, try it! I followed the recipe exactly! Well… mostly. I kinda eyeballed some stuff, but cooking is about instinct, right?

Portland beams and pushes the plate closer

[Portland]: Go on try it commander!