As they stopped at the kitchen, Cook stepped forward, their eyes surveying the area. “Hey,” Quinn blurted out, unsure of how else to bring it up. “Would Cook be an okay name for you. It looks like it suits you.” The cooking golem turned slowly and fixed her with its stare again, before slowly nodding. “Cook.” It pronounced the word with difficulty, a strange foreign aspect to the syllable. A ripple of power cascaded down from the tip of its head to its toes. Cook grew perhaps an inch, and the muscles refined. The top of their head turned into a chef’s cap, and their face took on slight human
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