|The Kitty Cafe's Busy Day
Customer: Excuse me! I'm ready to order!
Summer Amane: Coming!
Customer: Excuse me! Is my order ready yet?
Summer Amane: J-just about! I apologize for the wait!
Customer: Excuse me!
Summer Amane: One moment, please!
Summer Amane: *pant* Why are we so busy today? That shift was like wading through a minefield.
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Summer Amane: Ever since I got a cool breeze blowing through here, the cafe's popularity has soared. Which is a good thing, mind you...
Summer Amane: ...but there is an upper limit to the number of customers I can handle!
Nina: Agreed. We can't handle a sustained rush like this with just the two of us—and the cafe's reputation is at stake if we fail.
Summer Amane: I refuse to let that happen. Is there nothing we can do? Nowhere we can turn for help?
Elias: Looks like you're swamped. Are you hanging in there?
Pia: Is that the uniform here, Amane? It's so cute!
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Summer Amane: Elias! Pia! What brings you two here?
Elias: Siren's going to be performing near here tomorrow, and we have tickets to see her.
Pia: But when we heard you were helping out at a restaurant in the area, we just HAD to stop by and visit!
Elias: Things seem pretty wild here, though. Is there anything we can do to help?
Summer Amane: Those words are music to my ears— not that I should be surprised, coming from you!
Nina: You'd be doing us a huge favor. Amane, can I leave you in charge of giving them their tasks?
Summer Amane: Of course!
Summer Amane: So, I would like the two of you to help by taking orders and serving the food.
Summer Amane: If you run into any problems, call me and I'll work a little miracle for you!
Pia: Wow! You're so dependable, Amane.
Summer Amane: Well, I HAVE been here longer than you. Will that work for you, too, Elias?
Elias: Sure thing. I'll go start taking orders now.
Summer Amane: Great! And always remember: Our number one goal is making our customers happy!
Summer Amane: Now, while they're doing that, I need to set out the cutlery to get the tables ready.
Pia: Amaaaneee! Heeelp!
Summer Amane: She's run into trouble already?! *ahem* I'll be right there!
Elias: Amane, what should I do here? This man keeps asking for something weird, and—
Old Man: There is nothing "weird" about ordering nostalgia noodles!
Pia: But sir, we don't have anything like that on our menu.
Old Man: Well, you should! Because if I can't have what I came here for, then why did I even make the trip? Hm?!
Elias: What should we do? We can't serve something we don't know how to make. Maybe we'd better just ask him to leave.
Summer Amane: Absolutely not. What did I just tell you about making our customers smile?
Elias: I mean, I didn't forget, but how are we—
Summer Amane: We'll just have to try and work out how to make the dish he wants. Fortunately, interpersonal communication is one of my many miraculous abilities.
Summer Amane: Could you try and describe these nostalgia noodles for me, sir?
Old Man: Where to start? It was a famous soba dish served at a restaurant in this very spot when I was a young lad.
Summer Amane: I see. What did it taste like? What color was it?
Old Man: It was a bowl of yellow soba noodles covered in a spicy, sour black sauce.
Summer Amane: Mm-hm. Did it contain anything other than noodles and sauce?
Old Man: Let's see... There were vegetables that I seem to recall being either red or green... Oh, plus a splendid omelet on top!
Summer Amane: Understood. Please give us a moment. Elias, Pia, I need you to come with me.
Pia: What's the game plan?
Summer Amane: I'm going to make the dish he asked for, of course!
Summer Amane: Elias, check on the noodles! And Pia, have you cut up the vegetables?
Pia: Y-yes! I've got a serving of green and red vegetables ready!
Elias: The noodles are boiled and good to go! What else is left?
Summer Amane: Now I just need to add the sauce he asked for, and...done! I'll go and take it to him!
Summer Amane: Thank you for waiting, sir! Here are the nostalgia noodles you asked for!
Old Man: I hope they're worth the wait. *munch* *munch* Oh my!
Old Man: Oh, the memories are all flooding back... This tastes exactly like I remember it!
Old Man: I can't stop shoveling it down—it's like my chopsticks have a life of their own!
Old Man: Thank you kindly, young'uns. I am very satisfied indeed. Here's what I owe you.
Summer Amane: We're just glad to have made you happy! Take care, sir!
Pia: Amane, that was amazing! I can't believe you made that stubborn old man smile!
Elias: But how were you able to recreate the dish he was talking about?
Summer Amane: He said it was a soba dish, which immediately made me think of Hinomoto.
Summer Amane: So I thought back to what I learned about Hinomotoan cuisine from the immigrants living in my country.
Summer Amane: I've got a great memory for stuff like that. Even so, I'm still glad I was able to pull it off.
Elias: Wow. I'm legitimately impressed.
Summer Amane: Ha ha. I've grown a lot since I first came here!
Summer Amane: There is no customer I cannot please! I trust I've earned your respect?
Pia: And then some!
Elias: Ha ha. You've definitely got mine, too. ...Hm?
Pia: Oh, a new customer! Welco—
Elias: Whoa, a dragon! Well, Amane, here's your chance to flex those customer service skills you're so proud of.
Summer Amane: This will be no trouble. So long as it does not seek to harm anyone, a dragon is a customer like any other. Let me just—
Summer Amane: Oh!
Summer Amane: No... No... P-please leave!
Erasmus: Urgh! ...It would seem I am not welcome here.
Erasmus: I was hoping to sample the food of this well-reputed restaurant in a land so dear to me... But I see it wasn't meant to be.
Pia: Oh no! He's leaving!
Summer Amane: *pant* *pant* What... What have I done?
Elias: That's what we want to know. It's not like you to suddenly attack a customer.
Summer Amane: He... He reminded me of a dragon I wish I could forget.
Summer Amane: The one who destroyed my homeland. The second I saw him, my vision went white...
Elias & Pia: *gasp*
Summer Amane: But that dragon is no more. The one who came here just now has done nothing wrong...and yet I drove him away.
Summer Amane: I am so ashamed of what I have done!