So… I gathered my staff in the mansion's grand hall and announced:
"Please take care of my home. Also—food. LOTS OF FOOD. Cook more food that would last a month. Boxes of pizzas and more cookies."
They looked confused at first, but my chef came through like a king.
He prepared: Boxes of dried noodles, my new creation. Homemade pizzas (20 boxes), Hamburgers sealed in mana-preservation wrap
Smoked meats, Mana-sugar bread, Dried soups, Jarred sauces, And twelve crates of biscuits, cookies, chocolate, and peanut butter, ketchups, and weird snacks
"But my lady," the butler asked gently, "how… exactly… will you carry all of this?"
I patted my magical storage pouch. "It's bigger on the inside."
He nodded like this was normal. The chef immediately tripled the order.
Then because…Coffi looked like a general preparing for war.
