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"I don't mind requests for any dishes, but I don't quiet know what to do with a ingredient list such as this."

Who puts batteries as an ingredient. When he wanted to cook by request to expand his horizons, this is not what he expected.

@computerqueen

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old man doing groceries starter call , cap at four

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who wants some food, small starter call, cap at four.

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Makes some tea during his break.

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If you want ...something. small starter call with the cook, cap at four.

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"Steamed eggplant with garlic sauce, hot and sour soup, vegetable stir fry and-

He's going to list all his items for a few more minutes. the quality is good and there is much to sell, its just that most of the time, people only order what is familiar to them. And with his cooking skills, he tends to use up all his ingredients since its really that good.

"These are recipes from the western side of my nation , so to speak."

[🌿] "Oh, truly? That is most wonderful to know." Promosis wasn't rich, or poor. She was something else entirely! "I would like to ....as you said, patronage?" She sat with her hands in her lap, as she had learned recently by observing humans that this was a polite way to sit.

"What is the best vegetarian meal? I would like to know your thoughts on this."

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slide sin... a small starter call for June, cap at four.

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It is a phrase with two meanings.

You were rich enough to afford fancy meals with only vegetables inside of them. Or you were poor enough that meat was never an option , no matter what form you took.

"Vegetarian. I have plenty of recipes that can accommodate you, should you decide to patronage this humble....restaurant."

[🍅] "Well...I'm not so certain. All I know is that I cannot consume the flesh of another creature. It will make me quite sick, you see. Ah, although....unless the creature is plant-based! ...What I mean to say is...I'm....it's.." It seemed as though she couldn't recall the word for the definition that she had just described.

"....There is a phrase...oh, what is the phrase..?"

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@promcsis

"Allergies are common [and inconvenient] so knowing ahead is key to avoiding unnecessary pain. Do you have any?"

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might get this later...small starter call.

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No person would be satisfied with menial labor of this sort. especially at a restaurant of this level, though tomorow it could get better. Already his restaurant is jam packed come every hour, and no person would be a fool to deny working in a restaurant like this.

As soon as he gets more workers that is, but even then, finding good workers is the hardest part.

"If you are new, I can suggest locations for you to travel to. Whatever is in your interest, I have been in this city for quiet a few months now."

They periodically cast anxious glances at the deluge outside the window as they work, muttering under their breath that having to do manual labor for a stranger was worth not being out there- seemingly trying to convince themself, more than anything. They hadn't been this lucky when they'd been stranded on an island. This was lucky, wasn't it? A safe shelter to reside in with only the cost of cleaning. They'd prefer their surroundings be clean, anyway, so it's good that this was how they were spending their time—

And then they're startled out of their internal dialogue at his question.

"NO."

"NOT YET. I HAVEN'T BEEN HERE LONG."

Was he... impressed with their work, or something? Nah, he was probably just trying to make polite conversation. Career was one of those things humans ordinarily found interesting while still impersonal enough to make small talk, wasn't it? Meatbags and their social bonds. Sigh.

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Rain comes stronger in the storm, and the restaurant though small is a safe place that everyone can enter, provided reasons were valid. There is little reason for anything or anyone else to arrive, and at the very least it wasn't a whole typhoon that would allow itself to enter. So the pair were safe from flooding for now.

"Do you have a job?

Question is tossed about as five minutes of uninterrupted cleaning is done. The tables looking spotless but knowing his clientelle, would be full of food scraps come the next day.

Its stance goes rigid, preparing to argue. Working? Not even for pay? No- in exchange for shelter. That had to be worth something. Its fans whirr with an exhale, and it very slightly nods downwards, approaching the broom.

"WAIT- SWEEP OR GO?"

These seemingly conflicting instructions caused it to hesitate, gripping the too-tall broom with both hands. Its attention is abruptly jerked to the window behind it with the loud crash. No, without anything to shield them, it was too late to outrun the rain. They'd have to either find another building willing to take them in, or suffering severe water damage. Short circuiting out in the wilderness under a tree was rough enough, but with so many flammables around... not to mention the electronics everywhere that could also be damaged by a stray spark or droplets.

"I- I'LL SWEEP."

It wasn't one to be submissive or overly helpful, but it would really rather not be kicked out into the downpour. For now, this man had authority over them, and they must do anything in their power not to flood their circuits. They begin carefully brushing gathered dust, scraps, and debris towards the door as they were told. A dustpan may have been preferable, but for the moment they weren't going to complain; the mess was going to go outside, and hopefully, they were going to stay inside.

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"Can you use a broom to clean the floors? just dusting it to the outside is fine."

Too old to point , but the broom is beside him. Tables were being washed regularly, and tomorrow he's going to get a machine to auto clean the tables once they are empty.

"Go, a thunder storm is approaching soon."

Thunder booms outside, drippling raindrops coming right after. It seems to be a heavy forecast. Mo Bufu is not one to let rain stop him from working, from feeling lazy. So far there were no people who met his standards.

The automaton had ducked into the first unlocked building it'd seen that looked non-threatening, or at least like it wouldn't need to have a reason to be there, when it noticed the dark clouds gathering overhead.

It'd had the rationality to purchase an umbrella, but not to bring it along with it when they'd left their home today; it had been sunny outside, and despite the wind, they hadn't thought about the possibility of a storm being swept in.

"OH."

A long pause. It'd still have to explain itself. A quick glance at the posted hours of operation and- dang, yeah, it should have checked better before rushing in.

"...I DON'T DO WELL WITH RAIN."

"CAN I WAIT IT OUT UNTIL YOU HAVE TO LEAVE?"

If it was pouring by that point it'd have to figure out something else, but that was a problem for the future. Assuming it was even allowed to stay indoors.

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@crazyprocessedsynth

Food is processed, ordered and stored properly for the next day. With everything else its a process that should be easy, but for him who is the only one working in the kitchen, the restaurant...

"We're closing."

about to close, its almost late and it looks like it going to rain.

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small starter call--

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If anything, Bufu had a easier time since most ingredients didn't need to be killed with a sword to actually be edible, nor would most ingredients be so expensive. still the lack of actual food he's famliar with rackles him a bit.

in less then ten minutes a full plethora of what was ordered, was brought into the table. everything was prepared according to his high standards expect the surroundings, everything is... alright.

He wishes he had more spices.

"The taste is off.' he admits honestly. "But only because what I need is too expensive for now."

The last pair of customers lave just as Odile sits with some water, not particularly drawn to soda. Too sugary, a waste of calories and-- well, the carbonation makes her want to sneeze. She sits at a clean table that has a partial view of the kitchen, and she watches as the man skillfully tosses in spices and tofu into a wok.

When was the last time she's had this kind of food? Boniface was an amazing cook for their age and would always make a variety of cuisines to keep morale up. Still, Odile missed the authentic taste of her homes food after years of travel, no place in Vaugaurde quite getting it right.

By the way the restaurant smells, Odile has a feeling she won't be disappointed.

While waiting, Odile opens a book she got from the library in the Cotes Ward, on the history of Spirale. If she's going to live here for awhile, she might as well know the place.

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For someone as old as Bufu, he had younger employees do all the paperwork and coinage. After all he's a chef, not a trendy internet obsess hipster. Of course even at his age, there are still things he cannot do. Using the internet for clout was one thing, hence he never knew to do a persona for stuff like that.

Enough about that.

"...Very well, wait by the table. if you have any other requests, we have sodas to order while waiting."

The kitchen was filled with something that smelled extremely good, but the spicy sauce he was using looked very red.

Just another day.

Oh? A challenge? Odile hums in thought, but her mouth waters at the thought of how spicy it could be. Still, she doesn't want to burn a hole in her stomach just yet, so she has to be reasonable about this.

Reasonable.

"Then I'll take it just spicy enough that I don't have to sign a waver. A scoville or two under that level, please." She replies, lifting her phone to pay for the meal. It's still strange to her how paper and coin-less transactions are so popular, but if anything, it's convenient.