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[noplaidshirt]

 [Welcome to the most mundane dream ever.  Opening a little wooden door leads into a kitchen, rich with the aroma of cooking foods.  There are dozens of cupboards and pantries that lie open, but rather than food, they're filled with staircases.  No matter which stairs you take, you'll wind up in what appears to be a teenage girl's bedroom--most likely because it is.  It's a bit cluttered, with papers and knickknacks scattered everywhere.  A plastic tank on one shelf contains a disgruntled-looking Croagunk in the place of its usual resident, and everything is floating on a thin, pale red mist, the same kind that appears should one look out the window.  Paprika herself is flopped down on a cushion of said smoke, staring up quizzically at the ceiling.]

Man, this is tripping balls.

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[noplaidshirt]

Seems like a good reason to me.

[With a little noise of exertion, she hops off the cloud and points back down at the kitchen.]

D'you want something? Iunno if there's actually any legit food, but it's worth a look, y'know?