Hey Diary,

  So, we’re still in Feetsville. Apparently what the mayor was doing was so bad, the guild alerted the guard, and a bunch of people are coming from Default to make sure that Maeve isn't lying. If she is, she'll be arrested. If she isn't, the mayor will be arrested. Maki has agreed to watch the papers, and someone will put a truth spell on him to make sure he isn't lying when he says no one changed them.

  Maki is worried they’ll ask him about me, and if I’ve ever done anything illegal. Which, he’s my cousin. So he knows I have. But he also knows I’ve never done anything to hurt anyone.

  He’s kinda worried about a lot of things lately. I don't know how to make him feel better. I wish I could tell him everything will be ok, but I’m not entirely sure it will be.

  I mean, my main concern is still the frequent earthquakes, and the animals who are all scared of the ground. That’s something very worrying that everyone should be worried about. Having to tell people I’ve kinda charmed people when I wasn't supposed to is nothing compared to the whole planet having a problem. Right?

  Right. So no worries.

  Oh, the landlady here is very nice. I asked if I could use her kitchen to make lunch, since I had nothing better to do today, and she was very impressed at how quickly I was able to chop vegetables. And how efficient I was at cleaning. So I told her about how Mom owns a diner, and I always used to help.

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  She asked if I knew the trick to making good pie crust, which, I don't really have a reference for that. I know how Mom makes it, but I don't know if it’s amazing or kinda terrible. Cuz I’ve never had anyone else’s pie crust.

  Since I had nothing planned for the afternoon, I spent it with her and made a dozen pies. She said the crust I made was absolutely the most wonderful pie crust she’d ever had, which… felt pretty nice. I’ve never had anyone tell me something I made tasted good before. Sure, no one ever told me it was terrible, but they never gave me anything other than basic thanks.

  It kinda made me think. Cuz like, one time when I was little a cobra got into the neighbor’s henhouse. Dad was recovering from something, but I knew I could get the snake out. So I went over, and I caught it with Dad’s snake stick, and I put it in a pillowcase, and that was apparently the most amazing thing anyone had ever seen. All week, everyone talked about how brave and wonderful I was to have poked a snake with a stick until it went into a bag. It was easy and I got so much attention for it.

  But any time I tried cooking or baking? “Good job, kit, it’s very nice.” And that’s all.

  So of course I decided I wanted to work with animals.

  Who knows, maybe I am good at cooking. And I just never realized it because my mom is amazing at cooking.

  I’d still choose to work with animals, though. Animals are way more fun to play with than soup.

  Signing off,