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“Mmmm,” hummed King-Lu. “Tasty.”
Cookie smiled, pleased by this simple compliment. He was sitting in his armchair, completely rolled up in a blanket.
“It’s not just a soup,” he said nasally. “It’s a riddle of some kind.”
King-Lu’s face turned intrigued.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his mind already calculating the possible answer without even knowing the question.
Cookie sniffed and took another sip of cream soup from his giant mug – it was more convenient than a plate in the current circumstances.
“I wonder if you can guess the main ingredient.”
King-Lu frowned.
“Let’s say, it’s – achoo – a reference to the past.”
“Bless you,” King-Lu said absent-mindedly, deep in the memories.
Cookie grinned and sniffed again.
“When, exactly? It’s definitely not anything Chinese.”
“Oregon,” Cookie said into his mug.
“A squirrel?!”
“What? No!”
King-Lu drummed a short melody with his fingers on his lips.
“Oh!” he jumped up at realisation. “Those yellow mushrooms! I have no idea what they’re called.”
“Yes,” Cookie nodded, still smiling. “Golden chanterelle.”
And he sneezed again.