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Cassata is set for today but this time, instead of his doing his usual routine—which was basically watching over Pizza and making sure he isn’t in trouble—he’s missing something. He looked everywhere in his room, but he still couldn’t find it. Hoping that his Master Attendant would know, he set out to find them.
He saw his Master Attendant just outside of their room, holding something that is very familiar to him. His Master Attendant saw him and Cassata only gives a questioning look. “Master Attendant, is that my scarf?” he asked as he walked towards them.
His Master Attendant simply waved their hand. “Nope,” they said. Even as they said it, the familiar green and white stripped scarf is snuggly sitting in their hands.
“But it really looks just like my scarf,” he insisted.
“It just looks really similar!”
“Really? ‘Cause I can’t find my scarf anywhere.”
His Master Attendant huffed. “Look. The scarf doesn’t really matter,” they said. “You know what does? Not choking to death. In fact, scarves are such choking hazard. This is practically a saving grace.”
Cassata remembered the times when Pizza, Cheese, and his Master Attendant went to the suspicious and creepy looking amusement park. Whenever Pizza gets scared, he would pull Cassata’s scarf and ended up nearly choking the poor man. He shivered at the memory.
“But that scarf has been with me since…” Cassata paused to think about it. “I don’t know! I’m practically bound with it.”
“Look here, what’s more important: A snazzy fashion choice or your life?”
Cassata feels weird without his scarf, but it definitely doesn’t affect his status as a Food Soul. “…Fair point,” he relented. “…But I still want my scarf.”
“Look, are you sure Pizza doesn’t have it? It seems like something he would do.”
He hasn’t asked any other Food Souls yet hoping that his Master Attendant would at least have an idea on where it was. “I haven’t checked but Pizza does like the scarf but…” Cassata continued to look at the scarf at his Master Attendant’s hands. “I’m pretty sure I’m the only Food Soul here that has that kind of scarf.”
His Master Attendant shrugged. “You never know,” they said. “There are sooooo many Food Souls in this giant family of ours and they can always have a change of fashion.”
Giving up, Cassata shrugs. “I guess,” he said. “Then, I’ll go look for Pizza. Do you have any idea where he went?”
“I think he’s in town. Apparently, there’s a puppet show going on and he was really excited.”
“You really can’t take your eyes off of him, can’t you?” Cassata sighs. “Thanks, I’ll be back later.”
With that, Cassata left leaving his Master Attendant alone. They watched him leave then looked at the scarf in their hands. “I’ll put this somewhere safe for now…” they mumbled as they went in their room.
To what his Master Attendant would do with his scarf will never be known. Maybe for Cassata’s well-being of not being choked by Pizza or for themselves. Maybe someday, we’ll know what his Master Attendant would do with Cassata’s scarf. But right now, they’re intent on keeping it safe.