Better get the gumbo pot

From the Arena to the The Crystal Barrel wasn't far, but there were quite a few unusual things this time.   The sun was bright in the sky overhead, which was strange since it had never shown it before. Things were just kind of... bright enough to see, like in a game's dungeon. You know, the type that has supposedly been abandoned for centuries but still has lit torches when you enter.   He shrugged, having an inkling of what... or who... might be responsible. A higher concern was the house which had appeared. It was a well kept house, but all of the greenery were synthetic. They were technological things, trees with leaves that were solar panels, and such. Investigating that was originally why he was here... but then.   "Ow." He looked down to see a small crab pinching his ankle. "Luttle bastard!" He kicked the crab away, only to realize that a book had also gone flying. "I feel like I've seen this before... and I don't like it one bit..."   He gazed upon his surroundings. there really wasn't much. The arena behind him, the bar ahead, and this new house to one side... and a rapidly approaching swarm of crabs with books instead of shells approaching from the other direction. He grimaced, "shit! SPRINKLES!!!"   A moment later, with a flourish of sprinkles and a sweet scent, appeared a girl who landed gracefully beside him.   "I swear, if you ask me to do more of your prepwork..." She paused once she saw his serious expression and the fact that he'd drawn his weapon. She followed his gaze. "Shit on a buscuit!"   "...looks like Nutella. Anybuts, can you get a pot... like... a really fucking big one?"   "No fair! I can't eat crab!"   "We can worry about cooking them later. Those are the murder crabs I keep telling you about."   "...Oh..." Her expression hardened, and a malicious smirk crossed her lips. "This is prep work I won't mind, then."   She summoned a giant piping bag into her hand and began dropping large globs of icing. The icing began to wriggle and move of its own accord, and each mass seemed to turn toward the approaching threat.   Sori smiled proudly, "bon apatit!" and with those words, the icing moved.