You carefully pull the object free from behind the jars.
It is a slightly bent silver spoon.
Someone has drawn an extremely sad face on the back of it.
You stare at the spoon for several moments.
The spoon somehow makes you feel faintly responsible for something.
Behind you, the enormous ogre-goose snorts loudly in its sleep and shifts in the chair.
One giant feathered arm slowly rises.
You decide this may not be the moment to continue searching the kitchen.
You quietly pocket the sad spoon and retreat towards the exits.
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