Onboard the Homeloss, the brilliant sunlight was shining on the freshly scrubbed upper deck, where a spiraling green flame was gradually dissipating above the deck. Alice stood by an open space, staring dumbfounded at the large pile of items that had appeared.
"This... this... what is this?!"
The doll lady cried out in astonishment, and just as her words ended, Duncan's voice came from not far away, "Stuttering as if your brain's fallen out—haven't you ever seen pots, pans, ladles, fruits, and vegetables?"
Alice turned her head somewhat stiffly, gave Duncan a look, and then took another serious look at the pile of supplies that had suddenly appeared on the deck. She put her hands on her hips, justifying herself, "I haven't seen them!"
Duncan: "...?"
"I really haven't," Alice continued assertively, "I've been in a box for so many years, where would I have seen these things?"