[ wow so like. most of that went straight past Zero. uhhhh time to scrawl an approximation of what she heard? which is going to look like… this.
and because Muzet will undoubtedly ask for a translation from… that to something that makes sense, here’s what Zero recites: ]
A wants a mystery meat sandwich with potatoes and water, and the lamb sandwich you made during the practice run. C wants lamb on greens with water, chicken on rice with potatoes and… some kind of drink, a mystery meat stick with potatoes and water, and three baked things. D wants a beef sandwich with potatoes, sauce, and a drink, stuffed leaves, and… our tears.
[ that can't be right? oh well maybe they'll get to that later, another lamb. sandwich. wrap thing is easy enough. lamb salad is fine too, even if the proportion of lamb to green may or may not be super great.
water means just a glass of water right. because here it is. zero didn't say bottle so she gets none bottle. meanwhile, while grabbing perfectly normal potatoes and not you know, actual fry cut potatoes because of zero's continuing inability to specify: ]
"Tears a mi, su" or something. Which is basically your tears to me... I think...?
[ because fucking spanish is an ancient language in not spain but also i forgot all my hs spanish so any native speaker would murder me.
okay, so the finished plates get to go out immediately. fuck serving all the table's orders at the same time, they're going out as is. better hope there's sauce bottles on the tables, because god knows Zero's not carrying them over. B had nothing but sandwiches, so the lamb sandwich goes there. the other lamb thing went to C, so it and the glass of water go there. and i think that's everything that's made so far?
... are those raw potatoes or are they cooked... ]
[And so, two orders are delivered! Kind of. Sort of. There's some stuff missing there for sure, and Zero will receive some unhappy grumbles in return as she delivers the Lamb Gyro and Lamb Salad. Simultaneously, both girls will feel a spike in their anxiety levels. Or... Maybe that's just the temperature rising? It suddenly feels a little bit stuffy in here.
... That's not just me, right? Or do you suppose the ventilation here just isn't all that good?
[ ANYWAY the other orders-- right. that's completely illegible. well she's pretty sure there were at least two other gyros in there, one beef and one pick-something-at-random because not beef, not lamb, not chicken means.
... is there pork? maybe she just grabs the meat from some not-beef, not-chicken, or not-lamb thing and just hopes for the best. rip.
so that's the sandwiches.
also the potatoes are done! uhhhh baking, anyway, hope they like... baked potato, because zero didn't say so unless she catches the difference on the way back to the tables then rip. also more water now that she thinks about it because one of the things from A looks sort of like what went to C and she's taking her best guess at what they had in common.
chicken on rice is easy, at least. so is the mystery meat skewer! which is very much not on rice like the actual order said, so thanks for that too, Zero. i'm going to pretend Muzet knows what a soft drink is through random exposure to Elympios, but since they didn't specify who knows if it's pepsi or coke or sprite. actually it's probably Mount and Do. both of them.
...... okay so is there baklava just lying around somewhere and is it or is it not mixed in with other random baked or sweet things because there is no way she's making baklava in like, five minutes or whatever these impatient customers seem to think the turnaround is. time to flip through this book to figure out what the heck you stuff the leaves with though, and maybe hopefully find tears? in my soup? or whatever it was in the book as she does so. ]
Did they happen to mention what sauce they wanted?
okay well, admittedly Zero has it slightly easier since she can look at her scribbles to reference her (inaccurate) notes. table B had one more sandwich, and it was the mystery meat, but it also had potatoes and a drink. water, probably? she'll, uh. make the baked potato nice. cut it open and get some butter for it.
table C has the mystery meat on the stick and yes, she completely forgot the rice. but it does get a "fancied" up baked potato, so that's nice! they also get the chicken on rice, another potato. anther cup of water and a glass of... whatever fizzy thing Muzet hands her also gets ferried over, but they go to the wrong customers. what, they're sitting with each other! they can just switch.
table D gets... nothing yet, because Muzet asked about sauce. that's actually something Zero can answer because she rolled her eyes when she heard what kind of sauce the ghost demanded! ]
Fancy sauce. Whatever the hell that means.
[ is it back in the kitchen. if it's not... well, then tough shit. ]
[If Muzet searches the kitchen, she will find the ingredients to make the sauce. Mayonnaise and ketchup. Easy peasy, right...? (Probably not.)
Table B and C receive their orders, and they are not happy. Not at all, no. Because Zero mixed up some of the orders, she will suddenly find that she, herself, will be getting mixed up. She will go right when she wishes to go left, and left when she wishes to go right. It will take conscious effort to stay on track. Meanwhile, Muzet will find that her hands are suddenly extra slippery. She will want to be careful while manning the kitchen!]
[ oh hey, there's tiramisu! in the book. she gets halfway through reading that tiramisu is some kind of cake before it goes illegible on her and she goes crosseyed trying to read it. well, ]
I think I found that last thing-- it's some sort of cake or pastry, actually. Apparently it's made of ladies' fingers and coffee? See if you can find anything like it up here-- I'm going to check the kitchen?
[ ladyfingers is... a name, right????? this isn't much better than the tears otherwise. on the other hand, sauce! and see, it should be easy to mix together mayonnaise and ketchup but hm.
whoops. silly butterfingers. you know those old timey cartoons where there's a guy trying to hold on to a bar of soap but it keeps slipping every time. yeah. that's what's going on in the kitchen right now. it's definitely not the nerves?
on the bright side, she made the last beef gyro for table d before the sauce shenanigans. and the potato which is unfortunately not in the form of fries is ready too. so is the drink.
will muzet find anything for the baklava or leaves in the kitchen during her struggles to mix sauce, tho. ]
[ here? Zero will cock her head, but agreeably turn to the right to scan for something bak-
... wait, isn't that the view to the left? uh. well, maybe she's just mixed up, it's not like she took that good a look out here. so Zero does a quick 360, scanning the area for anything that could be holding some kind of dessert(s).
anyways, after that, Zero will go to pick up the plate with the beef gyro and baked potato with the drink. she about faces to drop it off and- gets disoriented. this isn't right??? she's not Mikhail, okay! she doesn't get lost at the drop of a hat!
scowling, she aggressively stomps toward table D. she's, uh. bumping into various tables and chairs along the way as she makes her way over. there's water slopping out of the cup. the sandwich is getting unraveled from all the jostling. the potato is going to end up upside down when the plate gets dropped off. that is a sad, sad plate of food. ]
She's making new sauce for you, so just hang on.
[ because that will... definitely... solve everything wrong with everything. ]
Unfortunately, though, the customers don't care! Since Zero is in the dining room, she will spot Tables H, I and J packing up to leave. Similarly, Tables B and C will start packing up, while Table D aggressively frowns at her. For some reason, both girls will feel something stabbing into their chests — almost like someone is shoving an ice pick right into their heart. Luckily, Muzet will find everything she needs in the kitchen...? Hm.
[ dislike! but hey, she found leaves and. Baked stuff, cool. not cool is how she has to work at making sure it all gets onto the platters properly. same with the tiramisu.
and after some effort the sauce gets done too, that's cool. slams the plates down onto the counter except not really because that'd break them. ]
[ is what Zero barks at the departing customers, likely to no avail. ugh, this feeling is the worst. why couldn't she have found a nice, dangerous room with monsters or something she could kill?
gritting her teeth, she grabs the plates in both hands and carefully marches over to table C to drop off the baked whatevers. without a word, she then stomps towards table D to set the leaves and the "tears" down. there! happy???
as if anyone could be happy with this poor showing and attitude. ]
Alright, who's ne- augh!
[ and then on her way to the next tables, she turns the wrong way and trips over a chair. ow. wow. uh, is she oka- ]
What do you want to eat?
[ and then a Zero with a bloody nose pops up from the floor right in a customer's face. she looks ready to murder something. maybe herself. maybe the customer if they order a bunch of nonsense dishes again. ]
[The more Zero yells at them, the faster the shadowy figures hustle away. Even worse? Zero popping up with a bloody nose just causes the customer in front of her to shriek, except
The shadowy customers on that table start scrambling for the door, too.
But, hey. Look at the bright side! Only two tables left now.
Zero will hear them hesitantly whisper the following orders:
TABLE F: - Hummus and Chips (appetizer) - Lamb Gyros, with Fruit Punch, Curly Fries and Fancy Sauce - Beef Gyros, with bottled water, french fries and ketchup
TABLE G: - Lamb Salad, with bottled water - Chicken Gyros, with Diet Soda and Curly Fries
[ okay that screeching is terrible and she'd yell at zero to stop making it worse except she's pretty sure that will make it worse too!! sure is going great out here!
just watch her flip through this instruction and recipe guide to sear it all into her memory to be completely ready once zero brings her the orders. nyoom. except it's very hard to flip pages when your hands are slippery, but she's doing her best. ]
Intoner screeching is... probably worse. possibly. maybe. so Zero grits her teeth, gets the orders jotted down in her Celestial chicken scratch and... you know what? there's only two tables left. she needs something to come out of this freaking nightmare.
so she'll walk back to the kitchen, stumbling and bumping into chairs and the counter as she goes, and carefully repeats to Muzet: ]
F wants chips and... huh-mess? Hoomus? Chips and something. They also want a lamb sandwich with... curled fries? And more of that stupid fancy sauce. And a beef sandwich with franch fries and... cats-up?
[ honestly i'm just trying to think of as many ways to mispronounce a verbal order that she's trying really hard on ]
G wants lamb on greens, and a chicken sandwich with curled fries. I'll handle the drinks for everyone.
[ with her disorientation?????? but... okay. there's a soda fountain basically, there's labels, she can figure this out!
she almost gets stumped on the fruit punch until she sees a cheerful label with "Hi, si! Fruit Punch". but she gets a cup of that. carefully turns around and holy shit was there always a refrigerator in here? with... water in jars???
...... Zero will grab one of those because even if she drops it, it'll be fine. and those two drinks get carefully, carefully taken over to table F.
she only slops a little fruit punch over her hand. ]
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and because Muzet will undoubtedly ask for a translation from… that to something that makes sense, here’s what Zero recites: ]
A wants a mystery meat sandwich with potatoes and water, and the lamb sandwich you made during the practice run. C wants lamb on greens with water, chicken on rice with potatoes and… some kind of drink, a mystery meat stick with potatoes and water, and three baked things. D wants a beef sandwich with potatoes, sauce, and a drink, stuffed leaves, and… our tears.
[ because tiramisu wasn’t invented until 1960 ]
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The customers will wait, thankfully... Now, how badly are they gonna fuck up these orders?]
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[ that can't be right? oh well maybe they'll get to that later, another lamb. sandwich. wrap thing is easy enough. lamb salad is fine too, even if the proportion of lamb to green may or may not be super great.
water means just a glass of water right. because here it is. zero didn't say bottle so she gets none bottle. meanwhile, while grabbing perfectly normal potatoes and not you know, actual fry cut potatoes because of zero's continuing inability to specify: ]
... What's a mystery meat?
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[ because fucking spanish is an ancient language in not spain but also i forgot all my hs spanish so any native speaker would murder me.
okay, so the finished plates get to go out immediately. fuck serving all the table's orders at the same time, they're going out as is. better hope there's sauce bottles on the tables, because god knows Zero's not carrying them over. B had nothing but sandwiches, so the lamb sandwich goes there. the other lamb thing went to C, so it and the glass of water go there. and i think that's everything that's made so far?
... are those raw potatoes or are they cooked... ]
It's a... ch...ap? Chopped?
[ she does not know what a chapli is ]
... It wasn't chicken, beef, or lamb.
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Oh, well.
Still pending: A lot of shit.]
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[ ANYWAY the other orders-- right. that's completely illegible. well she's pretty sure there were at least two other gyros in there, one beef and one pick-something-at-random because not beef, not lamb, not chicken means.
... is there pork? maybe she just grabs the meat from some not-beef, not-chicken, or not-lamb thing and just hopes for the best. rip.
so that's the sandwiches.
also the potatoes are done! uhhhh baking, anyway, hope they like... baked potato, because zero didn't say so unless she catches the difference on the way back to the tables then rip. also more water now that she thinks about it because one of the things from A looks sort of like what went to C and she's taking her best guess at what they had in common.
chicken on rice is easy, at least. so is the mystery meat skewer! which is very much not on rice like the actual order said, so thanks for that too, Zero. i'm going to pretend Muzet knows what a soft drink is through random exposure to Elympios, but since they didn't specify who knows if it's pepsi or coke or sprite. actually it's probably Mount and Do. both of them.
...... okay so is there baklava just lying around somewhere and is it or is it not mixed in with other random baked or sweet things because there is no way she's making baklava in like, five minutes or whatever these impatient customers seem to think the turnaround is. time to flip through this book to figure out what the heck you stuff the leaves with though, and maybe hopefully find tears? in my soup? or whatever it was in the book as she does so. ]
Did they happen to mention what sauce they wanted?
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[ great. stupid ghosts.
okay well, admittedly Zero has it slightly easier since she can look at her scribbles to reference her (inaccurate) notes. table B had one more sandwich, and it was the mystery meat, but it also had potatoes and a drink. water, probably? she'll, uh. make the baked potato nice. cut it open and get some butter for it.
table C has the mystery meat on the stick and yes, she completely forgot the rice. but it does get a "fancied" up baked potato, so that's nice! they also get the chicken on rice, another potato. anther cup of water and a glass of... whatever fizzy thing Muzet hands her also gets ferried over, but they go to the wrong customers. what, they're sitting with each other! they can just switch.
table D gets... nothing yet, because Muzet asked about sauce. that's actually something Zero can answer because she rolled her eyes when she heard what kind of sauce the ghost demanded! ]
Fancy sauce. Whatever the hell that means.
[ is it back in the kitchen. if it's not... well, then tough shit. ]
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Table B and C receive their orders, and they are not happy. Not at all, no. Because Zero mixed up some of the orders, she will suddenly find that she, herself, will be getting mixed up. She will go right when she wishes to go left, and left when she wishes to go right. It will take conscious effort to stay on track. Meanwhile, Muzet will find that her hands are suddenly extra slippery. She will want to be careful while manning the kitchen!]
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I think I found that last thing-- it's some sort of cake or pastry, actually. Apparently it's made of ladies' fingers and coffee? See if you can find anything like it up here-- I'm going to check the kitchen?
[ ladyfingers is... a name, right????? this isn't much better than the tears otherwise. on the other hand, sauce! and see, it should be easy to mix together mayonnaise and ketchup but hm.
whoops. silly butterfingers. you know those old timey cartoons where there's a guy trying to hold on to a bar of soap but it keeps slipping every time. yeah. that's what's going on in the kitchen right now. it's definitely not the nerves?
on the bright side, she made the last beef gyro for table d before the sauce shenanigans. and the potato which is unfortunately not in the form of fries is ready too. so is the drink.
will muzet find anything for the baklava or leaves in the kitchen during her struggles to mix sauce, tho. ]
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... wait, isn't that the view to the left? uh. well, maybe she's just mixed up, it's not like she took that good a look out here. so Zero does a quick 360, scanning the area for anything that could be holding some kind of dessert(s).
anyways, after that, Zero will go to pick up the plate with the beef gyro and baked potato with the drink. she about faces to drop it off and- gets disoriented. this isn't right??? she's not Mikhail, okay! she doesn't get lost at the drop of a hat!
scowling, she aggressively stomps toward table D. she's, uh. bumping into various tables and chairs along the way as she makes her way over. there's water slopping out of the cup. the sandwich is getting unraveled from all the jostling. the potato is going to end up upside down when the plate gets dropped off. that is a sad, sad plate of food. ]
She's making new sauce for you, so just hang on.
[ because that will... definitely... solve everything wrong with everything. ]
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Unfortunately, though, the customers don't care! Since Zero is in the dining room, she will spot Tables H, I and J packing up to leave. Similarly, Tables B and C will start packing up, while Table D aggressively frowns at her. For some reason, both girls will feel something stabbing into their chests — almost like someone is shoving an ice pick right into their heart. Luckily, Muzet will find everything she needs in the kitchen...? Hm.
They might want to, uh, speed things up.]
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and after some effort the sauce gets done too, that's cool. slams the plates down onto the counter except not really because that'd break them. ]
--There, get them where they need to go!
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[ is what Zero barks at the departing customers, likely to no avail. ugh, this feeling is the worst. why couldn't she have found a nice, dangerous room with monsters or something she could kill?
gritting her teeth, she grabs the plates in both hands and carefully marches over to table C to drop off the baked whatevers. without a word, she then stomps towards table D to set the leaves and the "tears" down. there! happy???
as if anyone could be happy with this poor showing and attitude. ]
Alright, who's ne- augh!
[ and then on her way to the next tables, she turns the wrong way and trips over a chair. ow. wow. uh, is she oka- ]
What do you want to eat?
[ and then a Zero with a bloody nose pops up from the floor right in a customer's face. she looks ready to murder something. maybe herself. maybe the customer if they order a bunch of nonsense dishes again. ]
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[... like nails against a chalkboard, yeah.
The shadowy customers on that table start scrambling for the door, too.
But, hey. Look at the bright side! Only two tables left now.
Zero will hear them hesitantly whisper the following orders:
TABLE F:
- Hummus and Chips (appetizer)
- Lamb Gyros, with Fruit Punch, Curly Fries and Fancy Sauce
- Beef Gyros, with bottled water, french fries and ketchup
TABLE G:
- Lamb Salad, with bottled water
- Chicken Gyros, with Diet Soda and Curly Fries
Good luck, girls...?]
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just watch her flip through this instruction and recipe guide to sear it all into her memory to be completely ready once zero brings her the orders. nyoom. except it's very hard to flip pages when your hands are slippery, but she's doing her best. ]
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Intoner screeching is... probably worse. possibly. maybe. so Zero grits her teeth, gets the orders jotted down in her Celestial chicken scratch and... you know what? there's only two tables left. she needs something to come out of this freaking nightmare.
so she'll walk back to the kitchen, stumbling and bumping into chairs and the counter as she goes, and carefully repeats to Muzet: ]
F wants chips and... huh-mess? Hoomus? Chips and something. They also want a lamb sandwich with... curled fries? And more of that stupid fancy sauce. And a beef sandwich with franch fries and... cats-up?
[ honestly i'm just trying to think of as many ways to mispronounce a verbal order that she's trying really hard on ]
G wants lamb on greens, and a chicken sandwich with curled fries. I'll handle the drinks for everyone.
[ with her disorientation?????? but... okay. there's a soda fountain basically, there's labels, she can figure this out!
she almost gets stumped on the fruit punch until she sees a cheerful label with "Hi, si! Fruit Punch". but she gets a cup of that. carefully turns around and holy shit was there always a refrigerator in here? with... water in jars???
...... Zero will grab one of those because even if she drops it, it'll be fine. and those two drinks get carefully, carefully taken over to table F.
she only slops a little fruit punch over her hand. ]