Cheesecake

You chase after the leprechaun as fast as you can; which, to your disappointment, is nowhere near fast enough. The extra weight you carry slows you down immensely, and the effort to lug it around soon has you panting. Before long, you have to sit down. A loud rumble from your stomach indicates that you are neither built for long travel, nor fuel-efficient. You've lost the leprechaun, and decide to take a little time out for a bite to eat and a drink.

After locating the kitchen, you search through the cupboards, but are disappointed to find them bare. Sighing heavily, you plop down at the table. The chair legs groan under your weight, but thankfully hold. Suddenly, you notice a cake on the table, a cheese cake. You're pretty sure it wasn't there before. Your stomach groans in complaint, but you're suspicious; what if this is another of the leprechaun's tricks?

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