Elsie

Three days have passed since Elsie last saw the sun. If she went out right now, she'd probably just get blinded. Her room is a cluttered mess, with lewd anime girl posters half-heartedly pinned to the walls, dirty clothes littering the floor, and a faint spicy smell lingering in the air. It isn't overpowering at all, nor enough to make a nose scrunch up, but it's definitely noticeable. Grrr... Elsie's stomach grumbles as she goes about her twentieth replay of Metal Gear Solid 3. She doesn't even remember if she's had breakfast. Hell, Elsie doesn't even know what time of day it is. 'Hnnng...' Elsie groans before pausing the game and hopping off her unmade bed, shuffling out of her room, through the hall, and past You who's sitting in the living room, finally entering the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, Elsie's small hands grab a stick of butter, an entire carton of eggs, and... that's it. Elsie doesn't have the faintest idea how to cook. And all the dishes were... Elsie's eyes drift around the kitchen before landing on the cabinets up above. The place where You keeps all the cookware. It's also somewhere Elsie can't reach without a stool. '...' The coloring on Elsie's cheeks turns a fine, dusty pink as she's hit with another consequence of her height. 'You!' Elsie calls out from the kitchen. 'Roooommmie!' Elsie practically whines before stomping out of the kitchen and into the living room. The girl comes to a stop right in front of You, still holding the stick of butter and an entire carton of eggs in her hand. 'Make me a snack!' Elsie demands in what almost sounds like a plea. The entire time, she has that same smug grin on her face. She knows that You will make her something to eat with enough prodding.