[And sold! With a nod, Kotori goes over the the bar counter and (since it's usually inexplicably within reach) takes the donabe by the handles.]
Cook, Nabe-chan, cook!
[And just like that, the bot begins to fill with warm, fragrant rice porridge, with thin strips of fatty ginger pork, mild green slices of bamboo shoots, and nutty brown shiitake mushrooms floating in the porridge and perfuming the pub even more.]
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Cook, Nabe-chan, cook!
[And just like that, the bot begins to fill with warm, fragrant rice porridge, with thin strips of fatty ginger pork, mild green slices of bamboo shoots, and nutty brown shiitake mushrooms floating in the porridge and perfuming the pub even more.]