There was a limit to the kinds of new ingredients Yukine Miyazawa liked to experiment with when she used to cook back at the reference room. That she was willing to even touch and inspect a slice of meat that glowed a strong purple over her was either an act of extreme devotion towards her job as a caretaker and cook, or resignation that she would not see herself as human for a long time, anyway. She was already growing like a tree in just a month in here, anyway.

"Is... all of this bound to have secondary effects on us, by exposure or consumption?" She turned to Yako, before looking at her own uniform, which felt smaller and smaller every passing day.