[Alfred follows, looking around in just as much awe as he gave the TV.]
This is a kitchen?
[There are things that he doesn't recognize, big metal things. One is a "fridge," apparently, and Alfred's grateful for the explanation. He pulls open the door and looks inside it, surprised to feel winter-cold air come out and brush his face.
The food looks different, too. A carton labeled "milk." Something papery with eggs inside. See-through containers with colorful lids and food inside.
And then there's the weird-shaped... thing. Is it food? It wobbles when he pulls the plate closer, gelatinous and filled with what looks like shrimp. He's drawn to the bright green color, pulling it out and holding it up to his face so he can take a better look.]
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This is a kitchen?
[There are things that he doesn't recognize, big metal things. One is a "fridge," apparently, and Alfred's grateful for the explanation. He pulls open the door and looks inside it, surprised to feel winter-cold air come out and brush his face.
The food looks different, too. A carton labeled "milk." Something papery with eggs inside. See-through containers with colorful lids and food inside.
And then there's the weird-shaped... thing. Is it food? It wobbles when he pulls the plate closer, gelatinous and filled with what looks like shrimp. He's drawn to the bright green color, pulling it out and holding it up to his face so he can take a better look.]
What is this?