Time rewound to half an hour ago.
Although Dorothy had just met the Future Fourth King and received the terrifying news that the world might end in fifty years, and even kidnapped an incarnation of the Future Fourth King to serve as her familiar, none of this could stop her determination to go home and cook.
Well, humans are iron, and food is steel, without it one would panic from hunger.
Although witches can be considered a subspecies of humans and indeed wouldn't feel hungry without food, as a little witch who was in the midst of growing her magic power, Dorothy was in dire need of the replenishing magic provided by the high-level ingredients in her three meals a day.
"I'll have barbecue tonight,"
she thought to herself, and that is exactly what she did.