The pics Loli has found all show different girls in pots and pans, over fires and in ovens. It's actually all fake, of course, but to someone so young and inexperienced in such things they look real and genuine, and the girl is oddly fascinated by them.

Scritch merely grins widely, and licks his lips. "That one look yummy! Cooked up nicely," he compliments, the young woman all trussed up like a turkey, her formerly fair skin darkened to a nice golden brown. Another one appears to be in the process of being spit-roasted, and another is laid out in the pan on her tummy, with a carrot garnishment in her backside.

Loli, for her part, simply stares with open mouth in wonder, thinking that while she's never seen anybody get cooked up like that, apparently it MUST happen, because here are the pictures to prove it! The question also crosses her mind of how they determine who is going to be cooked up; did they do something bad, or did they have to volunteer, or were they picked by someone?