*You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate*  "Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." *She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak* "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."