Well, gee, it seems to me... wouldn't it be better to ask around if anyone stole it and then just look into the people who seem shifty about it?
Alright... stir fry's done.
-dumps half of it onto a plate and slides it over to bowser, not bothering to pick out the tofu or vegetables-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIHarumph. You are simply foolish- I pity thee, in thy small little corner of being, robbed forever of knowledge as to how utterly repulsive the flesh is!
-Scoffs, looking at Cori-
I have been alive for 4.5 billion years! Civilizations have lived and died in my lifespan! I believe I know how to ascertain the location of a simple Bambi better than you. Your advice is well-intentioned but wholly unnecessary.
Kitchen
I'll live! My dress is still lavaproof!
-She gulps down the rest of her meal with a gross shudder and gets up-
Alright... I'm out!
-She tromps up to the main room... but immediately stops as she notices her newest enemy in her sights...!-
...You.
Outside
-A kinda pathetic little motorbike carrying a stack of pizzas comes buzzing out from the part of the woods that isn't on fire-
-The rider driving it looks up, definitely catching wind of it-
What the...?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanSer. Bowser.
-Cori- This half naked fashion statement ticked me off the other day, and I'm more than ready to go for round two.
-The young courier looks at his box of pizzas, then at Zamasu, then at the pizzas with a look of extreme concern-
...just couldn't be a normal delivery to get me back on track, huh?
-He hurriedly shuffles the pizzas off to sit on the ground and starts revving up underneath Zamasu-
Hey! Green guy! You got a permit for warp travel!?
Edited by Rivux on Sep 23rd 2018 at 5:12:51 AM
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

I shall dial back all of naught at thy request! I shall dictate to myself how I speak and no other shall in that usurp me, especially not one who prefers 'meat' to Benenjerrei. Harumph.
-Looks up at Cori-
I seek the Bambi as it is the closest, as you would say in a metaphorical fashion, 'lead' that I possess as to the location of my precious treasure. If I, Autonoe, should have the Bambi, then it is possible that more may follow. This, of course, may simply be a lie, an illusion that I have created to keep the despair of my situation from wracking my being, but until such a time until that is immediately evident, I shall continue with this task.