The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"Long time no see. Are your seats empty?

At noon one day, an old gentleman came to the coffee shop, the swordfish, which was finally about to pass its third peak today.

He has been a regular customer of Sabbath since the store opened.

When Nyarch, who was moving around the hall narrowly, heard the voice, he called vigorously, as usual.

"Ah, Mr. Sabbath, you're not here. Nah! Um, are you glad you're still alone today?

"No, I'm supposed to bring him in later today. If possible, I'd appreciate it if you could take a seat at a large table..."

"I don't know! Now, please take this seat. Yikes!

Nyarch, looking all the way through the hall, points to a table a little deeper.

With that seat on the wall, surely other guests will be able to take their time without much concern.

Sabbath lowered his back to the seat he was guided as he thanked Nyarch for his care.

Sabbath, sitting deeply back in his chair, takes a huffy breath as he wets the sweat that flows down his forehead. Then another clerk girl, who is also familiar with Sabbath, brought water and napkins.

"Welcome, are you sure you want to order?

"Yeah, well, for now, can I get one iced coffee first? Later, I'll have another one, so I'll let you order the rest then."

"Yes, I did! Then you have one iced coffee. I'll bring it with me in a minute, please wait."

Luna bows her head to the counter as soon as she puts her head down.

Sabbath looks at the girl as she behaves brightly as she flickers the cigar smoke.

Then a voice was accidentally called from the side.

"Oh, did Mr. Sabbath like the little girl?

"What, did Beart come too? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"I know. I'm just kidding."

A woman named Beart sits back in front of Sabbath smiling as she shrugs.

The beautiful woman of her age, taking a sigh of hum, twists her body twisted and raises her hand towards the counter.

Reacting to that was Luna, who had just brought her iced coffee.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, it's iced coffee...... Ah! Hello, Mr. Beart."

"Hello. Thank you for the meantime. Thanks to you."

"What, Lord, did you know Luna"

Sabbath blinks his eyes at the look of Beart sending a wink to Luna.

Luna answered such a Sabbath question.

"Actually, during this time, thank you Mr. Beart for your help..."

"Oh, I'm the one who took care of you. Luna helped me with my hairdresser's job on such a friendship, but I've already been so helpful!

"Oh, no, I was just being so..."

"That's not true. Yikes. It worked so well, and I really need your help from now on."

"Ho ho. Luna is totally popular. But now we have a point. Was that why you deliberately nominated this store?"

Baart nodded cocklessly again as Sabbath spoke as he jerked off his white moustache.

Luna, on the other hand, dyes her cheeks slightly red and opens her mouth half hiding her face in the tray she had.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Beart, what will you do with your order?

"Oh, speaking of which, you still had your order. Hey......, can we talk about this during this time?

"It's pizza toast, of course it's okay! Uh, you can choose from burst (sausage) or bonito (tuna), which one would you like?

"Then, can I have it in Bonito? And I'd like you to have the same cold coffee as Mr. Sabbath."

"Yes, I did! Bonito's Pizza Toast with Iced Coffee, Please Wait A Little Till You Can"

Luna bows her head to the dust and then returns to the counter.

Beart, who narrowed his eyes and then dropped him off, once again corrected his residence before speaking to Sabbath.

"So, Mr. Sabbath, what kind of arrived this year?

"Um, we've got some pretty interesting stuff coming out this year. Do you want to see it soon?

When he opened the large trunk he had brought to the store, Sabbath took some bundles of cloth out of it.

Each piece is about the size of a handkerchief, and all its cloths vary in material, color, and weave.

Bairt takes a bunch of varied cloths in turn to check the texture and touch.

The look was such a pleasant smile, as if the girl were showing it.

Luna came under them again as Sabbath and Beart often blossomed into business talks.

From the top of the silver tray in my hand, there is a hint of hot air.

Luna bowed her head a little lightly and smiled to offer the dish she had carried on the tray to the front of Beart.

"Thank you for waiting! Iced coffee and pizza toast."

"Thanks. Hmm, looks better than I was listening to you."

I look at the pizza toast I've been transported to, and Beart gives me a lukewarm look.

On a thin square wooden dish is a thickly sliced mice (corn) bread, and on top of it is a coarse and scorched tase (cheese) citing white hot air.

Sandwiched between bread and cheese are chopped cebolia (onions), pimiento (bell peppers), slices of tomato and possibly fish flakes that appear to be bonito.

The bread is painted with white sauce and just below the cheese is also seen red sauce.

Some of the small plates carried along with the pizza toast contained slightly coarsely ground red and green grains.

"This small plate is finely crushed with cayenna and vanilla. Enjoy as much as you like, little by little. Just, uh, it's hard, so be careful. Enjoy it while it's warm."

"Thank you. Well, I'll have it soon. How about one, Mr. Sabbath?

"Hmm, I can't resist it in front of this scent. So, let's just cut a slice."

"Now, please take your time"

Beart and Sabbath take a slice of pizza toast one at a time as Pecori and his head bow sideways as Luna return to the counter.

If I lifted the toast, the fever melted theses pulled the trollies and thread, and how fragrant the scent tickled my nostrils.

Beart to lift carefully to prevent theses from spilling.

And, uh, I opened my big mouth and cheeked a bite.

What you feel when you first stand your teeth is the crisp, comfortable texture.

Atsuatsu cheese and ingredients spread heat all at once into the mouth.

(Hahoo, ho......, uhm!

Beart, who had carried on his breath to let the fever escape, eventually began to get bored.

The spicy flavour of a red sauce mixes in the mouth with the neat, rich flavour of a melted thesis and perhaps a slight acidity that is made by simmering tomatoes, and the superb flavour spreads all over the mouth.

When the heat subsided a little, now the taste of the ingredients came up with a contour.

Bonito has plenty of flavor from its hollow body without any raw odor.

The whole flavor was tightened by the addition of the sweetness of Sebolia and the bitterness of Pimiento, as well as the refreshing acidity of the tomatoes, to its slightly more intense flavor.

And mythbread is the cornerstone that determines taste.

The thickly sliced mythbread is crisp baked on the back while fluffy and soft inside, and the aromatic aroma of rising tickles the nostrils as an accent.

The white sauce applied to the surface of the bread ensures that the inner softness is well preserved without the flavour being too stained.

Though it was never a strong flavor in itself, it firmly took the testes and ingredients listed above and firmly brought out the character of the ingredients as a summary of flavors.

"... as rumored, it tastes superb. I can see Mr. Sabbath walking through this."

"Well, well, well. You like it. Above all."

Sabbath cheeks a slice he had split from Beart, rejoicing as if about himself.

Bite slowly to make sure it tasted, and nodded satisfactorily over and over again yeah.

Some time later, one man came to greet me under two people who had finished their pizza toast and were taking their time.

"I'm late to say hello. Thank you for coming to the store today."

"Oh, I apologize for taking the time to do this. I thought I'd introduce you to Lord Beart. Takumi, master of this coffee shop and acting station manager of this station."

Sabbath introduces Takumi to Baart, standing still.

Following the words, Takumi also greeted him with her head bowed.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Takumi. I just heard from Luna that she was very helpful the other day. Thank you very much."

"No, I'm the one who took great care of Luna. Again, my name is Beart, my hairdresser."

To Takumi's greeting, Beart also rises again from his seat to politely return the favor.

"Lord Beart is a first-class hairdresser. It doesn't just tie your hair together, it neatly straightens everything from the top of your head to the tip of your feet, depending on when and where you are."

"I'm just doing what I need to do to properly describe the person. Mr. Takumi, if you need help, please call me when you need me."

"Thank you. Absolutely at that time. So, go ahead and take your time... hmm? What's this?"

Takumi, who thanked them and showed them how to leave under the two of them, stopped moving when she saw a bunch of cloths lined up on the table.

Sabbath speaks as he leans his little neck at Takumi's appearance, which makes him look unusual.

"Oh, this is a sample fabric for clothes Lord Beart uses at work..."

"Oh, is Mr. Takumi interested in this stuff, too? Please take it and see."

Takumi, prompted by Beart, quickly took a piece of fabric as she bowed her head and thanked her.

What Takumi has in her hands is a single white cloth that stands out among colorful colors and patterns.

The front side of that cloth, which was perhaps slightly yellowish as it remained produced, is feathered and has a texture similar to that of a felt.

On the back, on the other hand, the fine weave was tightly dense, and this one was reminiscent of the canvas.

Takumi checks that one piece of fabric as if it were to be watered up and light, or flipping over and over the table and back.

Sabbath, who saw how interested he was in the trick, began to explain the fabric.

"It's made of cotton from a fabric called flannella. Speaking of fur textiles, I was wondering if I could do something different with cotton. It's still a prototype, but it's a pretty funny fabric, isn't it?

"It looks sturdy, and you're going to be able to use it in many ways, aren't you? As far as I'm concerned, I might want to dye this and make it a hat. Did Takumi come up with anything?

Takumi carefully checks the fabric while hearing Beart's words.

And when I finally looked up, I nodded one big time and opened my teat.

"Dear Sabbath, can we get a bigger size of this fabric?

"Oh. I have made a certain amount of prototype though, so I think I can prepare something against it..."

"I appreciate that. If possible, I would like you to separate the same fabric from this a little bit. I wanted to make one thing..."

"That's how cheap you are to help. Do you need to arrange for a sewer?

"Oh, then I'll let my husband do it. Just in the meantime, I've put in the latest Machina de Cosale (machine), and I think I can give it a try."

"I appreciate that. Dear Beart, I'd love to be able to help you."

"I'll make you smile good. Hey. All right. So, it's clothes that make it? Or maybe a hat or something?

"No, actually, I was wondering if you could make something like this..."

Takumi says so, he takes out the paper for notes he keeps in his apron pocket and starts painting with a pencil he likewise keeps sneaking on his apron.

Sabbath and Beart peeking into that hand.

After a while, the two of them twisted their necks firmly as they roared.