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RYAN: What are you doing here? LUANA: I didn’t know you’d be here.  RYAN: Well, go ahead and leave me a one star review, because we’re closed.  LUANA: Are you…baking something? Smells good.  RYAN: …Ugh.  CAMILLA: Is that– RYAN: Please don’t. 

RYAN: Plasmafruit chiffon cake. LUANA: It’s supposed to be with guava.  RYAN: If you don’t wanna try it then– LUANA: I didn’t say that. RYAN: Why are you here, mom? LUANA: I just wanted to see what the fuss was about. I can’t hear about the “best restaurant in the city” and not go…You only serve dessert?  RYAN: We’re not OPEN.  LUANA: Okay, okay. Still so testy. It’s good. Better than the ones you made at home. RYAN: Okay. Good to know my cooking skill has improved since I was like twelve years old.  LUANA: I bet you still make a mess of the kitchen, though.  RYAN: My stations are spotless, actually.  LUANA: You seem very proud of this place. RYAN: I am. LUANA: That’s good. And you’re…happy? RYAN: Yes. For once in my life, I am genuinely really fucking happy.  LUANA: Then I have no choice but to also be happy.

RYAN: Bye. LUANA: And visit your brother on the island more, you’re getting pale!  RYAN: Okay, bye.  Yelp review: The owner is a bit rude, but the undeniable quality and originality of the food speaks for itself. A very special restaurant that I hope to see again soon. Five stars.