When those two aren't on the same page, it's all bad. Goes all down South.

Enjoy.

~~~~~

When dinner came around, Lala in body and head both fell asleep. Maybe she was overdue. Or perhaps the comfort was overpowering and now causing a good and much deserved and needed rest. Whichever Chef and the others wanted to believe, the table was one short. Which now had Chef become the elephant in the room with him bow being a guest and not a worker tonight.

"So how is Lala?" Asked Papi.

Chef gave it a second to think. Put it in a way where he not talk her down. "She's in phase where she's having an identity crisis. Rather, figuring things out."

"Meaning how to keep her head on straight?" Asked Miia.

Chef laughed. "I should put her head on backwards sometime so she can see herself on what a pain in the ass she is." He laughed.

Even Kimihito chuckled. "That's funny. I'll give it to you. In all seriousness. Is it bad? Is she changing her look on things?"

"That bad and job like personality is starting to get a little bit of an off switch. It's being installed."

"Switch?" Gasped Rachnera. "Is there a beating?"

"No!" Cried Chef and Kimihito.

"Sorry Honey. Sorry Chef..." The slider shook her head.

"I think it's more of trying to make work, stay at work. And she can choose not to be at work. When she's having dinner here and trying to kick back to enjoy tea, she just needs to be Lala. Not Death the reaper of the night." Explained Chef.

"Switch in her head. Mental. Right..." Rachnera figured it out. There was no boundage of the sort.

"Do I have a switch I flick on and off in there?" Papi poked at her head.

"Leave that one alone..." Centorea shook her head. "But maybe Lala needs to see more as to what life has to over. What's around the riverbend. The sky that has countless stars." 

"More to life than just a bitter personality. Yes indeed. Maybe there is just something that will make her crack." Chef cracked his knuckles. "To Death the personality parts. I'll show her. Oh I'll show her. Or else."

"Or else what?" Asked Mero. "Tragedy?" She smiled.

"Nah. A night in the box." After all, the head in the bread box had her shut up real quick.

~~~~~

Morning time came as Chef dressed in casual clothes once more opened the bread box to grab the flat bread. Lala was sleeping with the slightest of snores. Then Chef put the rest of the bread right on top of her face and waited for a response. Some sort of reaction. The good ol 'Hey, what the hell' cry and complain about it reaction. And she wouldn't disappoint.

"Hey..."Lala opened a sleepy eye to see a bad over her face. "What gives? You trying to kill me? Remove this plastic this instant!"

"Fine, fine. And by the way how can Death itself die?" He took the bag back out and hit the door to the bread box shut. "How's that?" He mumbled.

"Was that nice!?" She barked from inside the box.

"You said the bag. I took it off. Happy now?" Asked Chef sarcastically.

"Why have you been using this to your advantage?" Lala cried.

Chef smirked and opened the box. "I asked Kimihito if I can put your head on backwards. So I can show you how much of a pain in the ass you can be."

Lala's mouth hung wide open. No one has ever talked to her in such a tone. "Such wraith."

"But obviously I was joking." He looked over to see Lala dumbfounded.  "Tell you what. Grab something more comfortable and we will head out. How's that?"

"I wish I thought of that trick months ago." Said a voice.

"Woah!" Chef turned around. It was Agent Smith. "Hey Agent." He smiled nervously. "How's it going?"

"Oh me? I'm fine. Coffee is on, I see breakfast about to be prepped, and this hard case is in check. I assume her body is in her room? I installed shatterproof windows so only the door is it's exit."

"That's, scary yet convenient." Replied Chef.

"This one's a hard case. And granted we have those that slither, fly, swim, smash, crawl, and find many means to escape their place. But you figured this out quick. So, what's next?"

"After breakfast? Probably shopping."

"What kind?"

"I don't think she has casual clothes. I'm thinking I take Miia or someone who might know a thing or two and go from there. Get to help her adjust a little bit." Thought out Chef.

"Or it's a night in the box?" Completed Smith.

"Only if she's bad." Nodded Chef.

"Hey. I'm right here." Complained Lala from her head in the bread box. 

"Good. Then you have been warned. Going with Chef on this one. He makes a good coffee. And no spiders allowed. If you know, you know. That said after this cup I have other business to attend to. I'll check up again soon." Agent downed the rest of her cup and put it down before giving everyone a bow. Then taking her leave. Always having a head-turning exit everywhere she went.

"This normal for her?" Asked Chef to Kimihito.

"Usually." 

"Figures." Then he went to the box. "Come on now. Let me get this straight. Oh the puns. This is rich." Chef chuckled.

"Please stop..." Sighed Lala.

"Oh hell no. This is too good."

~~~~~

Turns out Miia was the best girl to bring for this situation. She was the most comfortable and fashion sense wise dressed the best. Centoria was more of a uniform policy, Papi too casual, Mero too formal, Suu didn't know anything, and Rachnera was too goth. Miia didn't want to be out of Kimihito's sight if she could help it, but knowing that she was getting out for a little while and helping someone while they both window shop was a big win. Even though Miia was limited in clothing due to her bust and tail, she loved shopping. 

"So, something comfortable, something for home, something for public eye, something cute, something eye-catching. Hopefully we can find all of those." Pondered Miia.

"Sounds like we are having at least one bag of stuff." Chef was thinking about this being an all out day. 

"I suppose. But what does this have to do with me?" Asked Lala.

"To get you more comfortable. Also, do you have a swimsuit?"

"Uhhh..." Chef blushed.

"I do not." Lala looked around the store. "Let's start with something basic. Something that covers up too please. I don't need spillage everywhere with this pig on standby."

"Bottoms your preference and t-shirts don't show the top goods. Moving on." 

"Pervert." 

"Next!"

"I'm not being lectured by a pervert." Huffed Lala.

"Then talk to Miia. And if I had one yen for every single time you didn't know what you want I could treat myself to a downtown 40 ounce steak.  Neeeeeeext."

~~~~~

Sounds like shopping might be hell. I sure as hell been there. If anyone wants shopping advice with the ladies comment below and I will give you my two cents. Thank me later.

-Relly