'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Well, customers. What kind of drink should I make you?"

Refreshing my mind, I was asking Corsica to sit at the counter. Two apprentices are now sitting in their seats. It's a little hard to look at me with sharper eyes than it used to be.

Corsica, asked by me, looks slightly confused because she's not used to those questions.

"Uh, how should I answer that?

"Right. For example, sweetness, sourness, alcohol, is it better to be strong or weak?"

I think I'm getting a little less first time customers today. I miss being asked these questions a little bit.

So, speaking of its beginner customers, it is adorably disturbing to the head as if it were a beginner. And you tell me, like, horrible.

"Right. It's better to be a little sweet, right?

"... No, no, that's Corsica's call."

"So, right!?

With a bitter laugh, I accidentally answered with vegetables. Did Corsica have a few thoughts about what she said, too, and she seems softly restless?

However, if you are not very familiar with cocktails, sometimes you won't get an image of the flavor even if you say it's sweet or something in the first place.

I'll try to explain a few things in the form of a suggestion to her.

"For example, even sweet cocktails can be sweet like juice, sweet like cream, and other herbal flavors and sweets."

"Oh, so you're also making it in the field?

"Yes, 'Coantro' has a citrus flavour, but it's sweet."

Demonic grass potions have not reached mass production in the field at this time. Exquisite enough to give fruit to the 'coantro grass' under experiment.

Purchasing around here comes from specialist potion shops. Nevertheless, Corsica would have attracted some interest as we are experimenting with cultivation.

But the cocktail that used "Coantro" right there was different.

Corsica is smiling a little nostalgic for the old days.

"Mr. General. What was your name when you helped me?

"[Margarita], right? It's a cup of Taylor-based sweetness and sourness."

It's been over a year now, but still, there's no way I can forget the first cup I served her.

In the strange air flowing between me and Corsica, the twins were all floating with question marks.

Speaking of which, I may have briefly explained the meeting between this store and the Beast brothers and sisters, but I never really talked about it.

"So, can I ask [Margarita] first?

Apparently, the first cup in her hardened.

At that time, I'm sure you weren't in a good condition to enjoy the flavor, and now again, it might be a good idea to take your time to taste it.

"Yes, I did. It's a good opportunity, and should I tell the twins an old story?

"Well, maybe your brother's a little pathetic."

Corsica laughs feebly and modestly about the intention of my words being conveyed. But I won't stop it. Compared to my brother, my sister seems to want to stay in a slightly dry sibling relationship.

Please wait a moment.

I put more on my arm and took the first cup she ordered.

"... Mr. Bergamo robbed..."

"You were more defenseless than I thought."

I told him about the meeting between me and Bergamo in a funny, funny footprint. The feeling is that Phil is confused and Sally is frightened.

Corsica still has a troubled grin but says it in a slightly colder voice after that.

"Really. I'm glad you care about me, but I never even wanted you to do that"

Say, tilt the cocktail glass and lick the salt on your lips with peppery corsica.

It also seems complicated as a sister on the matter.

I'm happy with the fact that my brother acted for me, but I can't honestly rejoice that way alone.

With the intention of following her like that, I also made a mild mention of meeting the twins.

"Well, these two first encounters weren't much of a compliment, either."

…………

"And you don't have a choice! He was dying!

Phil drinks the water he has on hand silently. Sally raised her voice fine.

I laugh at Sally like that. Then I remembered the old days and said it deliberately.

"Yes, Sally. Give a futile answer. Deduction II"

"I remember. That, mysterious subtraction method"

"Yes, more verbal answers. Add and subtract point three"

"... why are there so many additional points to be deducted"

Sally looked laid back and sighed louder.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter, but Sally's points so far have been slightly over a hundred. There is nothing particularly profound about this point in the first place.

As I slightly missed the old days, I spoke smudgingly.

"Really, Sally was busy when we met, you had a hard time, Phil"

"Do you want to swing at me?

"Hey, Phil. You were busy, weren't you?

"Uh, that's"

Only one, I'll tear Phil up who didn't seem to want to get caught up in the old story. Phil was awesome and seemingly deceptive.

Slightly lacking in adrift power around here remains Phil's drawback.

Sally, who doesn't seem amused when only one person is reduced, comes onto me and attacks Phil.

"Oh, my God. Only one good kid, Phil, said you forgot about the old days? You can tell me you were busy. You can tell me. See?"

That's how Sally fingers the grime and Phil's cheek.

I was silent and patient for a while, Phil, but Sally was so persistent that I said it with a slightly irritating face.

"... Sally. Speaking of which, back then, you were foolish enough to beat the chief one day every time something happened. When are we going to do this?

"... hey, what the hell"

Phil, the sudden exposure is obviously frightening to Sally.

This woman, did you think of that? No, honestly, if a vampire beats me up, I usually die, so I want you to give me a break.

But Phil's words go on.

"But you stopped saying one day to the border, didn't you? Sure enough, Sally got yelled at by a customer, and the boss gave her shelter."

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Your customers yelled at you and changed your mind!

Sally was clearly shouting to mislead something.

But somehow I figured out the words that follow, so I don't imitate anything like poking an ant's nest.

Follow up with Corsica, the customer who is on the spot.

"I'm sorry for the noise. Shall I let you leave?

"Hehe. It's okay. It's kind of fun to be in the store."

Corsica had a smile on her face when she saw our exchange.

With such a soft grin, I quickly smiled, as well as the twins who were fighting a little.

She doesn't usually come to the store, which makes me want to entertain her more.

"All right, Sally. Like when you're really in the store, let's do a little shooting."

I said, "Okay. What the hell? I don't have a one-shot show like that!

"Look, there, for now, you're about to slip and make everybody laugh"

"That's not making you laugh, is it being laughed at?

And, it is also usual to indulge in a great deal of unscrupulousness with Sally and enjoy the reaction.

Corsica laughs at our interactions like that, and laughs again at Phil's slightly too serious follow-up.

[Margarita] on hand, too, would surely be satisfied.

Originally [Margarita] was accompanied by a tragic anecdote. But [Margarita] in this world is the cup that saved the life of one girl.

And now the girl has [Margarita] in her hands again, laughing happily.

She leans the glass over her mouth. Clear, whitened liquid is swallowed down the throat, and the grain of salt is zero again.

I'm glad you laughed at our conversation, but I'm glad you swallowed it to taste good.

"Customers. What should we do next?

After doing so for a while, Corsica drank out [Margarita].

When he saw the timing, he asked me, and Corsica frowned at the troubles as much as she did at the first glance.

"Uh, I really liked it, so is it okay to have the same drink?

"Of course I'm fine. Plus, you can make a different cup that's a little bit similar."

"Really?

To my little suggestion, Corsica seems to have caught on.

Then I dropped my eyes on the empty glass and placed an order after a slight cruise.

"Then may I have a slightly different drink?

It was the same somewhat less confident order.

I snorted so loudly that I felt so positive about her.