#f136

CAMILLA: What are you making, Chef? 

RYAN: Menu needed a dessert so, guava chiffon cake. Well, plasma chiffon cake. Plasmafruit has a weirdly malleable taste. Definitely a little bloody, since plasma trees only grow when you water them with blood, but I think these big ones could be way more versatile than normal. Try this.

CAMILLA: Wow! Not at all what I expected. It’s tangy and sweet!

RYAN: Perfect.

CAMILLA: Can I ask why this dessert?

RYAN: Well, the plasmafruit will work with the color for one. And, I don’t know, it just came to mind. My brother and I used to have guava chiffon cake from the bakery on our birthday, but then everything on the island started to get expensive because of all the tourists and we couldn’t afford to go there anymore. So I learned to make it myself. Always been a favorite. 

CAMILLA: Didn’t expect you to be the sentimental type, Chef.

RYAN: I’m not. I just like making good food. 

CAMILLA: Still, it changes my impression of you. I thought you’d be so serious, but I’m starting to think you’re actually really easy to get along with. 

RYAN: Funny, I thought you’d be easy to get along with, but I’m starting to think you really like pissing me off.

CAMILLA: I can’t deny that. But you don’t mind…do you? 

RYAN: No, I don’t. 

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]

RYAN: Uh, sorry, I gotta—

CAMILLA: No, yes, of course. 

LUANA: Online it says you’re supposed to be open, and I came all the way from Spice District! Update your website!! I’m leaving a ONE STAR REVIEW if you don’t seat me in the next FIVE minutes!!

RYAN: We’re CLOSED, ma’am!! 

LUANA: Oh. It’s you.