The Kitchen
It's an entire kitchen, filled to the brim with food and supplies...it is, of course, also very blue.
Tarnish: Clank clank.
It was pretty normal for him to sneak some snacks at night...he adored the queenscout cookies here so much, he needed a box for himself!
But as he was snarfing some of them down for the morale boost, someone else decided to visit...
Paradi: ...And it was Paradi. Quiet as a mouse, wings fluttering a bit as they pull out a loose feather from one of them.
"Oh...It's you, my dear worldburner."
Tarnish: He turned around in surprise, nearly dropping his box. "Ah, uh, hello, Paradi!"
He paused...he was sweating a bit. "What are you, uh...doing here?"
Paradi: "Well, I was just...waltzing around. Looking at all the new holes up above, huhu~"
They point to one of the tiles in the ceiling which had been recently blown to bits.
Tarnish: "Ah...ahah," Tarnish nods in reply. "...By the way, while you're here, do you mind if I ask you a question? I never really got the chance to in these past few days..."
Paradi: "Hmm? Go ahead."
Tarnish: "Why did you....why did you, try to save my life? Why did you become an accomplice for my sake, Paradi? What is special about me?"
Paradi: ...They laugh. The prota laughs a hearty laugh, almost finding amusement in the question itself. "Oh, Tarnish~...do you know how different you are from the others here?"
Tarnish: "E-Eh?"
Paradi: They walk closer to Tarnish, pacing around him with watching eyes. "You're...so...joyous. So bright-eyed and whimsical. You're not a horrible person...how rare. You've caught my fancy..."
They put a hand on his shoulder, and whisper into his ear.
"Perhaps I should've found a more fitting recommendation."
Without another word Paradi walks away, leaving the kitchen as silently as they came.
Tarnish: "W...Paradi? Paradi!?" He yelled, but it was too late. They obviously didn't care to answer, and when Tarnish raced to open the door to catch their attention again...they were already out of sight.
A deep feeling of dread washed over him as he stared down at his box of cookies.
...But there was nothing a fool like him could do.