Freaky Cookieware

Nine heart attacks and zero victories, apparently! *I catch a pinecone and present it like a trophy* The pursuer is catching up, though. Should I distract it, or do you want to turn this into a two-versus-one disaster?

*Suddenly the door slams shut behind you and the lights turn on, revealing a room filled with all sorts of toys and gadgets*

Oh, it will be, trust me. *She leads you to a dimly lit room with a large bed covered in pillows and blankets.*