July 28th, 2024 - Little Strawberry Bowl

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It's little, maybe around a cup. Strawberry shaped with a bright red colour. It has a lid with a matching colour, a bright red adorned by little black specks and a stem with very bright green colour on top. It gets a handle too, makes people wonder if it is a bowl or a mug. Its ceramic body is quite heavy for a little trinket like that, but the owner is always clutching it. Everywhere and anywhere.

You'll see Lish with it. A silver white spoon on her other hand. And always linger where the food is. It's like she can smell foods' aroma from miles away.

There was an event at the café with an open buffet. So many kind of foods and drinks. Also snacks and other palate cleaners. And only one kind of Lish.

First she could be seen on a fruit table, chugging diced fruits inside the Strawberry Bowl and drizzling chocolate and mixed nuts on top. She is what she is, smiling as she concocting the abomination of her first meal. It's a small bowl and she was happy, so no one complained.

Then, she vanished. Or she just followed one of the staffs to the back room. Something funny was on her bouncing steps.

Not long after, her little bowl filled with instant noodle. Not much. Half of a package is enough to fill that bowl to the brim. Lish happy face was enough to pay the boy for the robbed noodles.

"I was hungry and suddenly she appeared before me. So I share my meal. She took only a little, though. That's all," the boy said with half empty regular bowl of noodle and a smile.

It was just few feet away from her who filled her red bowl with scoops of ice cream. Waffle crumbs and honey were stacked on top of it. And her happy hums could be heard.

People noticed. But no one inquired. It's just a small bowl anyway, no one going to complain.

"Smells good." It's all from her before she's gone, queueing on the brisket grill for some stripes of steak in an obnoxious bowl of hers.

Her journey into the salad station was bizarre. So many choices yet so little container. Then, she just stayed around, filling and refilling her strawberry bowl. It's just a little of this and a little of that. No one was to complain.

When the event ended, the foods and drinks was no more, sitting alone on the open garden was all she did, with her fantastically bright bowl and glistening spoon of her on the lap.

"It's awesome. I like all of it. Delicious." She shifted her gaze to me. "Do you know that meatball vendor down the street? A couple store after that vendor, I saw a new dimsum kiosk. Can I grab some?" Her eyes widen in anticipation. "Just a little. Just as much as this bowl can hold."

If one could shake and nod their head in the same time, I might've done it. The urge to shake my head to her odd behaviour was getting tougher to control. But those puppy like eyes made me nodded. Then shook my head as I saw her jumping from her seat and run to the gate.

"I'll bring something for you!" she exclaimed before gone behind the fence.

Lish is Lish. A slime body of hers make me wonder where all the foods and drinks go. She really is a bizarre creation.

"What are you doing?"

I looked up to her other self in a man body. "Nothing. Just guessing where all those things go. That proportion definitely cannot contained that much foods."

"Do you mean Lish?" He got my nods. "Nothing's weird. There is just this tiny black hole in her stomach." He laughed as I did.

I saw a pretty long strip of paper on his hand. "What's that?"

"Oh, this?" He showed me the paper with little scribbles from top to bottom. "What she ate today. I just cannot remember the last two menu she got."

"Do you mean the carrot pie and the raspberry sirup?"

"Oh, yeah. Those things." He took the paper back and added the two things on the very bottom.

"And maybe you need more paper. Because she just went to the meatball vendor down the street and that new dimsum place."

"What?"

"You heard me right."

"Then let me take a new notebook instead."
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