The Other World Dining Hall (WN)

That was in the middle of Aletta's fifth job counting from her first visit to this otherworldly dining room.

"Half an hour then... rest till the long needle on that clock comes straight up"

"Yes!"

The 'break' time given to Aletta in anticipation of when there are not many guests.

In a small lounge with a simple table and chairs, holding with both hands a cup of hot cocoa made by the shopkeeper, Aletta sits on the chair.

"Phew...... yum"

Warm cocoa stains my tired body.

This slightly bitter and very sweet drink has been one of Aletta's favorites since she first drank it.

It seems to be a product of different worlds, and I've never even seen King's Capital, the most prosperous capital in Aletta's world, sell it, so I always make it this when I get one of my favorite drinks in this dining room.

"I don't know, you're happy..."

Phew, and sigh contentedly.

Over the past month or so, I've been lucky as a lie from now on, and Aletta herself has changed.

Aletta stopped wearing her hat after she started being hired by a different world cafeteria.

It was big to say that I could afford a lot of nostalgia thanks to working in different world cafeterias, and I washed my hair and body twice a day in the morning and night in different world scented oil to make it a 'seiket' and my hair that was blurry became pretty and spared me hiding it.

And I get it. He said it was better to work without a hat.

Aletta is a demon clan, whose head grows a small pitch-black curly horn.

To say that you won't wear a hat to hide it naturally means that Aletta is a demon tribe.

But then it came back and said she was an honest daughter, who didn't hide anything weird, and the job started to go better than before.

Regardless, there are no people who just look disgusted or refuse to hire the Demons, but on the contrary, they didn't work at that kind of employer from the beginning, and because they work where Aletta knew she was a Demon and still hired me, there was certainly less trouble than before.

(Although this has made Aletta a 'clean' daughter with unparalleled hair and clothes care from before, and the quality of trouble, such as being dictated to by a man at work, has changed a lot)

Extremely, it is a job over there that has been working for three days.

A job owned by an employer who is a treasure hunter where he/she is, where he/she manages things like cleaning, laundry and daily home care in a small house.

'Credit' is required above all for that job of managing a house, albeit in a sturdy locked room, with some precious magic artifacts that employers have found.

And the employer decided to trust Aletta at first sight, and Aletta was to be hired for eight copper coins per day on her bedside. There's only one reason for that.

My employer knew about Aletta...

She was one of the regular members of the Dining Room.

Thus Aletta moved from the ruins of the Glades to a room for servants of a house in the Old Town, where she spent the remainder of her days working in a different world cafeteria, as she had done every seventh day.

Then, relax a little.

"... you can eat, right...?

Aletta gently reached for it.

A large metal box depicting a puppy demon with white bird wings against a background of sky paintings with clouds and rainbows.

Aletta gently opens it.

Packed inside are baked treats from different worlds known as' cookies'.

According to the shop owner, it is not like serving tea in a restaurant anyway, which is a special treat that is not served in a different world cafeteria.

"Which one should I...?

Aletta gets lost in the flock of wheat and brown in her eyes.

The owner says, "You can eat the cookies in the break room if you like because he's the one who's given them to you for tasting."

But Aletta doesn't have the guts to eat all the other world's baked sweets by herself, albeit for free, as much as she thinks she can eat.

Eating up to five pieces at a time is the same number of fingers.

Aletta had decided to do so voluntarily.

"All right... let's do this"

Aletta retrieves five cookies after getting lost.

White cream made of butter and sugar is sandwiched and butter is plentiful for the dough.

A large eyed one, crushed beans called almonds roughly and mixed in dough with spices called cinnamon.

Something of the same color as cocoa, with black grains called chocolate and dried fruits called bananas that can be taken in a strange country where shopkeepers say it's summer all year round.

Beautifully made, with plenty of bright red berry stewed sugar in the middle of the cookie.

And the crunchy and brittle teeth of the dough mixed with plenty of koo tea tea leaves and butter.

Of the 15 varieties in total, those five are carefully selected and Aletta carefully takes them in her hands, one at a time.

And take care of the cookies, which are big enough to be eaten in just a few bites, and roll them in your mouth to taste them.

(... I knew confectionery was so much better than fruit!

Aletta honestly thinks so to the sweet cookie flavor that spreads in her mouth.

When you're eating sweets like this, you can also tell the story of a demonic mercenary named Hilda you know recently who said while eating cheesecake that 'sweets are a lot more fancy than fruits on the market when they're in season'.

The taste of butter and the taste of the cream is very sweet and white when the cream is caught in the cookie. The taste of the cream spreads through the mouth.

Cookies with beans called almonds often have a fragrant, slightly sweet bean aroma and a unique flavor of fabric that builds up firmly in the stomach.

A dark brown cookie mixed with cocoa adds a bit of bitter, very sweet chocolate grain to the fabric and a very sweet banana flavour.

Cookies with bright red, sweet and sour berries stewed in sugar are a bit teethy and look beautiful for a minute that is less sweet and stronger.

And the mixture of koo tea tea leaves crumbles in my mouth, and the good aroma of tea leaves and the intense sweet taste of butter spreads all over my mouth.

Every time he mouths a cookie like this, Aletta realizes how delicious a 'treat' is that she's never had at all before.

This certainly cannot be compared to the fruit around it.

That's why Aletta tastes cookies silently.

A blissful time to visit in a different world dining room, just like three meals.

That time unexpectedly looses my cheeks and I feel unspeakable happiness.

But it will soon be over.

No matter how little you say you taste carefully, only 5 cookies are eaten.

It wasn't long before everything disappeared into Aletta's stomach.

"I knew it would be gone soon..."

Finish your cookies and see a box of metal with a hint of cookies while scrubbing sweet cocoa.

There's about half of it in a bigger box...... still a lot of cookies left.

There are still a few of the 5 pieces in there that Aletta particularly likes.

"... no!

That's all I have, and I shake my head off the idea that if it's about a few more...

Once it gets loose like that, I'm sure Aletta will eat it indefinitely.

That's until you're hungry.

I think that's awkward, even though it's received with the generosity of the store owner.

That's why I'm patient.

"... ha. Get back to work."

Make sure that the clock needle hung on the wall is coming directly near the top, and stand up to shake off the remnants.

I only have a little time left, but I can't even rest like that if I think of the shopkeepers who still do both cooking and customer service at this time.

"Excuse me, Aletta, I'm done taking a break"

"Whoa. I could have slowed it down a little bit, but no.

Take him to your usual daughter. "

"Yes!"

Aletta returns the words vigorously as she receives the fruit parfait from the store owner.

Then, seven hours later, the opening of the Different World Dining Room ended without delay.

"Um, I'm done getting dressed"

Finishing her work at the Different World Dining Room, Aletta washes her body in the shower and then changes from her uniform to the usual clothes she washes up, reporting to the store owner in a hot, upbeat appearance in the shower.

"Oops. Good luck today. Hey, this paycheck and... it's a job celebration."

The store owner is also used to making sure Aletta is well cleaned, giving Aletta a salary in an envelope made of brown paper and… another bag made of empty thick paper.

"Um... Shoshokuiwai, what is it?

Aletta was puzzled as she accidentally received it.

Bags with handles made of empty paper with words from different worlds and winged dog paintings are quite heavy.

I care what the contents are, but it is.

"Oh, you don't have that kind of custom over there"

That, in Aletta's words, the shopkeeper realized that.

Apparently, even if there's a year or a month over there, it's a week... there's no concept of a day of the week, and it's different from Japan's customs.

And the store owner decides to explain the other one again.

"Aletta, you said it in the morning.

He said he found a decent job on the day we didn't have a job. "

"Huh? Yes. That's true..."

I do think I told you that in the morning.

When Aletta nods in confusion, the store owner nods back as well.

"Not this way, because it's a compliment. Why do you make all kinds of gifts?

Not always.

So don't hesitate to take it. I'm sorry I made it. "

"Ah, yes. Thanks...... this!?

Aletta screamed as she peered into the paper bag wondering about the different worlds customs heard from the store owner.

What was inside was something Aretta didn't want to stop doing in a way.

The store owner tells Aletta with a grin at Aletta's reaction.

"Apparently, you were very reluctant to eat in the break room.

Cookies, you don't hate them, do you?

Hire Aletta for a month. I've figured out a lot about dating in the meantime.

For example, it seems that Aletta eats just a few cookies every break?

It is a humility that I also want other staff who eat up a cup of cookies in the biggest can on a weekday in three days to apprentice.

"Yes. That's true... isn't this pretty expensive?

Yes, what was in the paper bag was a metal box with a picture of a puppy demon, familiar in a way.

It's smaller than what you have in the break room, but it's definitely got a good amount of 'cookies' in it, due to its solid weight.

"Ahhh... well that's definitely expensive. He's basically a gift."

The shopkeeper nods at Aletta's doubts.

According to childhood tampering where he is the maker of this, this assortment of cookies has also been wholesaled to city department stores and wedding venues in long cellars since the opening of flying pappies in earlier generations.

I know it tastes good because I've been able to eat it since I was a kid, but the price is also expensive compared to what I sell in supermarkets and convenience stores around here.

- We can't make mass production like manufacturers. He's a man who fights for his price with flavor.

It is the person's valve that says.

"Something like that...... can I really have it?

This is probably quite a luxury item because enough to say that the store owner pays Aletta a light salary of as much as 10 pieces of silver coins.

That flavor would convince me too.

Feeling that way, Aletta confirms with just a little tremor.

"Oh, of course. He said buy it if you like, but it's a gift from me. Don't hesitate to eat.

You're the only staff that comes in on Saturday. You can color it for a little bit. "

The shopkeeper nods forcefully.

This past month Aletta has worked really seriously for me.

Even though I am unfamiliar with it, I have also found that I can do my best to serve customers and be a proper 'force'.

From what I hear, it looks like we're living in a lot of poverty over there, and we can do about this.

Because of that Buddha's heart, the owner decided to give him a pack of cookies.

"That, thank you, thank you. Take care of this... I'll eat you."

Aletta is thankful to receive the owner's words.

"Whoa. I don't care much, though. Because if they don't open it once, they'll have it for about three months, but after they open it, they'll only hold it for about half a month.

Oh, silica gel in the bottom... be careful you can't eat transparent grains "

The shopkeeper replies, smiling bitterly at the words.

Thus Aletta gets' Cookies of the Other World '.

... without even knowing that would trigger a new encounter.

A small, but sturdy, gorgeous carriage gathered in front of a house in the corner of the Old Town.

"I got it. Lady."

A deacon in charge of your man calls out to Shea, who was sitting behind you.

"Yes. Thank you. You're coming. Pick me up in a little while."

A young girl, its lord, commands the deacon only naturally.

"Yes. Welcome aboard. Lady."

When I come to this house...... when I go to see my family, I am used to knowing that even deacons who have served the Gold family for years hate to accompany them, and that is all I say, I unload the courtier and drive away in a carriage.

"Well... Sister, I hope you're doing well"

It was something Shea could have been unloaded too, and when I quickly looked back at the dress, I saw the house standing in front of me.

Originally, one of the barns her parents have all over the Wang capital was remodeled so that people could live in it, and she gave it to her sister, who said that she wanted to do it on her own, the quote she suffered from 'fever', so that her parents could push her half.

My sister suffered from that nasty 'fever'...... it was Sarah's residence.

Sarah, five older sisters for Shea, is suffering from 'fever'...... to William's Curse, a disease passed down from generation to Shea's home Gold family.

William's curse, it's... the fever of longing for adventure.

In the Gold family, which counts from the first generation and is the fourth generation in Shea's generation, several people in each generation are attached to this nasty fever and become treasure hunters and adventurers.

Ancient ruins rather than living peacefully in the Wang capital. I have come to prefer to dive into the nest of dangerous demons, with people with suspicious personalities, or just by myself...

Ultimately, you will almost certainly lose your life.

It's such a horrible disease.

Regardless, it would have been necessary if it had been around the time of Richard, William and his son, who started naked consistently and the second generation of an era when the Gold family was not yet as rich as it is today.

The Gold family's main sale at the time was a precious piece of magic that the owners themselves had searched for and obtained.

But times have changed.

Adventurers and treasure hunters who now have sesame seeds in the Wang capital have been associated with adventurers for a long time if they get magical objects, and have come to bring them to the Gold Chamber of Commerce, which is known for its trust that they will not fool them without knowledge.

The Chamber of Commerce was brought in. Buy it. Use the appraisal technique polished with years of experience to identify exactly what it is, put on an appraisal and sell it to the favorite aristocrats, knights and mercenaries looking for magical weapons, and top adventurers who have gained experience and become better gold spinners.

Or let some magicians who are contracted at the request of adventurers and nobles make relatively simple magic pieces to sell.

Only then could the Gold Chamber of Commerce make as much money as it could do in twelve minutes.

There is absolutely no need for the Chamber of Commerce clans to go treasure fishing on their own dangerous ruins.

Treasure hunters are a dangerous profession.

A treasure hunter for generations of the Gold family, only the first William and his son Richard retired safely and then straightened out Tenshou.

... Ironically, all but two of them, driven by necessity and on adventure, have been killed by accidents and demons and have scattered their lives.

Even for Shea, William's curse is not HR.

My uncle, who hits my mother's brother, died before Sarah and Shea were born eaten by demons.

The older, admiring brother, his cousin still hasn't even found the body at the end of the day when he said he was leaving for the ruins.

And most importantly, Sarah, my sister, was cursed by William, and what makes her a treasure hunter after abandoning her barren life, is that she is only completely a party.

With that circumstance in mind, Shea decides to visit Sarah's house this way when Sarah is returning to the King's Capital to see if she is safe or unscrupulous.

"Uh, I'm sorry. Sarah is out now."

... There are days when I get blurred like this.

It was Shea's first daughter to see her respond to Shea.

"Er... Dear Shea, right? Nice to meet you.

I'm Aletta, who hires Sarah as a housekeeper in this house. "

You would have seen Sarah's face as young as she was and realized who Shea was.

The daughter...... Aletta introduces herself with the utmost politeness.

What you are wearing is not the kind of outfit worn by a servant of the Gold family, but clothes that are worn out and rubbed off everywhere that would be Aretta's personal belongings, but are not dirty.

To see black horns stretching out of strangely well-maintained blondes, he is definitely also one of the Demons, a common species in adventurers, mercenaries and treasure hunters.

The Aletta is deceived into a sudden visit by her employer's family.

"... in the meantime, may I make you wait inside?

"Oh, yes! Go ahead!"

Aletta nodded at Shea's suggestion, and Shea went up to the guest house.

Sit back naturally in a chair with soft cushions and wait for Sarah to return.

"Oh, then I'll bring you some tea!

Aletta, who was still unfamiliar with it, pulls back once she says that.

"... when did you hire the Devil's daughter?"

Shea tilts her inner neck as she drops that off.

Normally, demons don't hire servants whose 'credibility' matters.

I wouldn't be more afraid of the Demons than I need to be the daughter of a Gold family that buys and sells magic items that often face off with Sarah and adventurers, but still.

Demons who live terribly often have bad or crude habits.

Named as a mercenary or adventurer, the devil tribe who can afford to be nostalgic is not, but even more so if, like Aletta, poverty is stained in him and he seems to lack the power to fight.

The term 'poverty is the beginning of evil' is a well known word in the Sia world.

"I'm sure you'll be all right because your sister hires you enough."

Shea sorts out her thoughts whining to herself.

Half of William's cursed sister ran away and became a treasure hunter for three years.

You were drawing William's blood, albeit thinner, and talented. Those three years I was raising a worldless little girl to be a treasure hunter full of them.

And the eyes that see the polished Sarah person in it are sharper than Shea, who is quite polished as the daughter of a big merchant.

If that sister admitted it, maybe she's a good demon who deserves credit.

… I still have the question of how I found out about it.

"Thank you for waiting"

With that in mind, Aletta comes back.

A cup of tea in a basin that was placed on one hand and hung high…

"... is that baked sweets?

Shea tilts her neck when she sees five baked sweets, served on a plate of crude trees rather than simplicity.

Baked confectionery is unusual for a sister who only uses her own money to live a pretty qualitative life after becoming a treasure hunter.

It's not much of a sunshine, and most importantly, it's the first time anything other than tea has come out of visiting here.

"Yes, I said cookies, they're a little special treat."

By saying 'special' customers to Shea's inquiry, Aletta answers with a 'sales' smile, having eaten during the five days with the thought of being impressed and having only five cookies left over at the end.

"Go ahead. Tea is hack tea."

That being said, put tea and cookies in front of Shea, characterised by spicy and refreshing flavors.

Because the behavior is a method learned several times in the cafeteria with the guidance of the store owner, it is quite similar.

"Yes, thank you. I'll take it."

Honestly, I don't like hack tea without sugar or honey because it's spicy, but it would also be rude not to get my hands on what was served.

As a merchant's daughter, Shea, curved to act as uncomfortable as possible, takes her tea and sips it.

What spreads to the mouth is the kind of spiciness that, as expected, falls slightly out of the nose.

(I don't even hate this flavor per se...)

I don't hate this neat taste per se, but it's still only because it's somewhat sweet there.

With that in mind, I look at the baked sweets.

(... if it's sweets, is it sweet?)

That's what she thinks, Shea looks softly at a plate of baked sweets.

It seemed to be a baked sweet made from wheat, with an assortment of corned brown and wheat.

Not so many, five.

(Sounds like it's all a different kind... it's pretty elaborate)

Shea first identifies the baked sweets that she calls' cookies'.

One is in the form of a leaf with white sugar on the surface.

One is thin, light yellow fabric with something brown attached to it.

One is centered on a bright orange one.

One came in a dried grapey, shaped like a feathered dog.

And at the end of the day, something with black and white parts lined up in a checked pattern.

They are all bright and beautiful compared to common baked confectionery.

As long as it tastes good, it wouldn't be strange to be served by nobles.

(So, the key flavor is...)

Unfamiliar, take one of them with some anticipation for a beautiful treat, a leaf-shaped treat filled with white and clear sugar on the surface.

And carry it to the mouth where the aftertaste of hack tea lingers...

(Huh!?

Open your eyes to the texture.

The confectionery was much less sweet than it seemed, a flavor that felt the aromatic flavor of roasted wheat and the flavor of butter being thoroughly refined.

Honestly, sweetness is suppressed as an aristocratic treat.

But Shea assures me in her heart.

(... This is incredible!)

What surprised Shea was its texture.

By baking thin membrane-like layers in multiple folds, it combines a solid toothpick with the softness of crushing with little resistance.

Its crushed flavour then interacts with the reduced sugar and therefore the butter and wheat flavours that it feels firmly.

Shea sips hack tea and thinks in a unexpected way.

(... Could this all be so?

Shea accidentally lived there, but saw the rest of the cookies.

Only 4 cookies left.

... you say this is all on par with the earlier ones.

With that in mind, I'll take one of them.

(Is this really grilled? It's pretty pale... but what's this brown one?

The next thing I took was a light yellow baked sweet with brown objects pinched in it.

Honestly, I can't imagine the taste of that corny brown part.

Feeling anxious and anticipating about it, Shea carries it to her mouth and is amazed at its flavor.

(What's this!? fabric fits perfectly with what's inside)

Yes, sweet, bitter corn brown and something pinching it, strong and sweet butter and milk flavors, crisp and brittle fabric parts.

The two treats that seem to take the lead on their own bring each other together to bring out a wonderful flavor.

(This... this is a great treat!

Look at the rest with excitement...... eat.

(I knew it!)

The hunch wasn't wrong.

The identity of the orange part of the treat containing the orange one was Michele's stewed sugar.

Refreshing and sweet and sour by simmering in sweet and sour michele with plenty of sugar.

Additionally, mixing Michele's 'skin' candied in the cookies used at the base was a delicacy with plenty of Michele aromas to enjoy.

Well organized, dog-shaped confectionery was mixed with dried grapes.

It's not just dried grapes. It is a dried grape soaked with plenty of pretty strong liquor.

Sweet dried grapes containing the distinctive sharp bitterness of the liquor.

That was well harmonious with the flavors of cookies, which were sweeter than the others, and had a great flavor.

And lastly. Confectionery with black and white parts lined up in a checked pattern.

This was also quite a success.

Unlike other treats, there are no decorations.

Inside it was strong and edible like a well-packed, heavy-duty dough baked, with an earlier sweet and bitter unique flavour from the black part.

So Shea finishes what is on the plate and drinks up the hack tea.

Refreshing hack tea with no sweetness.

It's comfortable in my mouth where I ate baked sweets to keep it up.

"It was delicious..."

The last time I squirm, I squirm.

This, by mistake, is not just a treat.

It was a great sweetness competition that I could never serve in "Fine Confectionery," which was half brilliant and only increased the amount of sugar.

"You, where did you get this!? Or did your sister buy it for you!?

Unexpectedly Shea asks Aletta, who had refrained on her side.

It's not like you can get so many sweets, a single commoner, let alone a demon tribe by mistake.

I only thought it was made by an elite cook from the Alfaid Chamber of Commerce who handled every ingredient and boasted an arm that was comparable to royal castle cocks, no, and more skilled craftsmen.

"Huh!? That's..."

Aletta says finally.

Shea doesn't know about the other world canteen, and Sarah tells Shea to keep it a secret about the other world canteen.

It's hard to answer.

"... you don't want to tell me. I get it."

Shea, on the other hand, sees what Aletta says and doesn't know, she perceives that there are circumstances she can't tell.

It would definitely be a bit of a fuss if we found out where all this confectionery came from.

If the location of the store is known, it will be packed with aristocrats and rich guests who like sweet things from all over the Wang capital.

Merchants would love it, but some craftsmen hate customers like that.

If this cookie is such a craftsman's work, Aretta's reaction isn't strange either.

"Well, I'll change the question...... can I get this one more time?

Then at least Shea asks Aletta again.

"Uh... maybe. But I think it's very expensive...

There were all kinds of cookies full of these beautiful metal boxes. "

Aletta says, indicating the size of the cookie can she has received by hand.

That's when the store owner said, 'If you like it, buy it,' so maybe if you give me the money, I can buy it.

But at the same time he also said 'quite expensive'.

'Pretty high' by store owner's standards, so maybe if you look at it by Aletta's standards, it should be 'very high'.

"Really? Hey, let me see that box."

Shea, intrigued by Aletta's words, orders Aletta.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

Aletta nods, goes to the back with a patter, and brings it.

Empty, metal box.

"Go ahead... the cookies in there were the last thing I just gave you..."

Place the box in front of Shea while blushing her cheeks and saying that.

"I see... this would certainly be expensive"

Shea tries to open that box with the winged dog demon painted vividly, and while a little disappointed that it's empty inside, assumes that there's that level of confetti in this cup, she accounts in her head and sighs at the results that came out.

Originally, confectionery is expensive.

I would do one or two pieces of silver for a "fancy treat" of this size, even if it was about five pieces that were behaved earlier.

That confection is only suppressed by the amount of sugar, but I couldn't do it with such a tiny thing, I felt great skill and ingenuity, and the quality of the ingredients used was a first-class product.

It's not strange to have double or triple the normal value.

Not to mention if that was in a box of metal that was so beautiful that it seemed like it could be sold as a small store as it is.

"... All right"

Inquisitive of Aletta's information, Shea was determined.

Take out your wallet in casual motion and take out only one piece of what's inside.

"It's fine when you can get it. Same thing as this, can you get it for me?

Saying so, Shea gently hands it over to Aletta.

"Huh!? This is gold..."

In that hand, Aletta raises a voice similar to a scream at the gold coin given to Shea.

Gold coins.

I first saw it very recently.

Something that regular people would always give to store owners who would be demons buying that huge cup of pot of soup every time in a different world cafeteria.

I can buy a soup with two plates of silver for a cup of that pot, so it's a substitute for one hell of a lot of money.

"That's right. It's been my month, so don't lose it.

I don't think I'd give a boulder a piece of gold...

In my opinion, it should cost about 40 or 50 pieces of silver for one box.

So I'll give it to you once and for all. That's worth roughly 100 pieces of silver coin.

I'll have the change back later, but don't worry, I'll have the thank you separate from that. "

Instant instant execution when you make a decision.

Only then says Shea, who is just like her sister, as she deserves.

He's a servant that my sister trusted, even though he's a Demon.

I wouldn't imitate running away.

"Wow, I see..."

Aletta inadvertently receives gold coins and nods, as she is tempted to do.

"Really, please."

Shea stares straight at Aletta and asks her firmly.

"Oh? It's not Shea. What's the matter with you? Holding my servant's hand."

At that time, the Sarah thing that was meant to be was completely out of my mind.

It was such a shock.

Later, Shea will be further shocked by the amount and type of cookies in a can, and their price.

I can't help it.

One silver coin containing 10 different items that Aletta received.

2 silver coins in 15 different sizes even if they are bigger than that.

In other worlds, it was sold at a price that even Aletta could reach.

It took, and a new fan was born on the flying pappy, which should also be called a crack in a different world cafeteria.

... where the person who made it doesn't know much at all.