The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

A few days after that, three people were gathered in the kitchen of the coffee shop 'Swallow': Fidel, Roland and Luna.

The three surround a kitchen table lined with several prototypes, similarly armed and roaring.

Fidel was the first to utter the word.

"Hmm, they're all delicious, but I hope it's a souvenir..."

"Oh, given the fact that it's a souvenir, I'd also have to think about having a flavor. I think you can come up with a lot of ideas about steamed bread, but when it cools down, the deliciousness is halved, so don't get a 10% discount."

Roland continues with a difficult face.

Luna, on the other hand, began talking troubled but pointing to one prototype.

"What about Heratina (Jelly) and Fran (Pudding) over here? This is something that will cool you down originally, and I think it's novel..."

"But Heratina and Fran may get hurt by the time they bring it home because they have fast legs. When you get them to take the vessel home in the first place, it becomes so expensive..."

Fidel returned the words to Luna as she shook her neck to the side.

"Does that mean that this baked treat is not difficult after all? But..."

"This is how you compare it, it's a little plain..."

Luna, who continued her words to Roland, crumbles like that as she lifts one of the baked treats, the garetta (cookies).

Simple grilled confectionery in round form, which is also served as tea confectionery in "swordfish", is as delicious as usual.

However, it really lacks the glamour of appearance just to be simple.

It would be difficult to dissolve its plainness where it gave some variation to the taste.

"Hmm, then I thought I'd rethink it from scratch..."

"Even so. I can't think of anything like that."

"That's right. Um, I'm in trouble..."

The three of us who put our arms together again and think about it.

"Hey, what are you happy about a souvenir?

As I thought of it, Fidel snapped pompously.

Roland and Luna answer that casual question, respectively.

"Right. I wonder what kind of food I am. If you could share the unusual ingredients of the land, you'd feel better."

"I like to get things, but I want to hear a lot of stories. You can't travel if it's me right now, so you travel full of stories!... but when I get sweets and dolls, I'm still happy."

Luna, the last time she leaked the truth, hung her tongue out.

Neither Fidel nor Roland accidentally flaunted their faces at the trick.

And Fidel squeaked smudgingly.

"That's right. That's what souvenirs are for."

"Hmm? What do you mean?

"No, souvenirs are what you take home from your travel destination, right? If you ask me, it's like," Travel Recommendations. "

"That's right. When I get a souvenir, I feel like I went on a trip."

"You can also say 'travel recommendations' if you can share the rare ingredients over there."

"That means the souvenirs I'm thinking about now need to be like 'travel recommendations' too, right?

"I know that. But then, isn't it harder and harder to bake sweets? Taste has its own, but blah, blah, blah, blah. It's like it's everywhere, huh?

"That's where it is. If I could add to this baked treat that it's like Harpertown or this station building, wouldn't that be a fine“ souvenir ”?

"Hmm, but what am I supposed to do...?

"That's... um, I haven't got an image yet. But why don't you just think about it on that route?

"Well, I can't help but roar any more. All right, I'll get my master permission to do the prototype. Let's just make a lot of stuff."

"That's right! I'll help you too!

"Okay, then don't ask me to make one. I'll write down what looks like this city anyway."

That being said, Fidel re-sat at a small table by the kitchen and spelled out what he could think of being associated with Harpertown and this station building.

With that sidelined, Roland heads to the station building to ask permission from his master (Takumi).

Luna was letting her mind sneak up on the appearance of two “brothers" who unconsciously showed Ayumu breathing.

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Shortly thereafter, a prototype was started by the three hands.

Roland and Luna take one form after another with the ideas that Fidel concentrates on.

In the gallator that Roland baked earlier, I pinched the sugar stew (jam) from Naranja (orange), the region's famous product.

The aroma of the dough baked with just a little bit of myces (corn) flour in the Arrose (Comte) flour was accompanied by the flavor of sweet and sour Naranja jam, which gave it a very flavorful flavor.

I also tried baked confectionery aimed at “pancake-like” baked confectionery, which secretly has a lot of fans in this coffee shop "swordfish".

Just as when making the gallator, combine the arrow flour with the mace flour, sugar and butter, add the usual amount of milk, plus the egg and picarbonate (fudge flour) to mix well.

All I could do was make the same thick, liquid fabric that I did when I was a pancake.

When I poured this into a butter-coated circle (round) and baked it, I could do a fluffy baking treat - which they named "Bread Galetta” - that was different from the Galetta.

In addition, various combinations were tested, such as combining cocoa bean powder (cocoa powder) in the dough and trying to cook the normal type of galator and bread gallator respectively, or using olive (olive) oil instead of butter.

Some of them made the big mistake of having all three of them stuffy, like a galator mixed with one of Portside's famous products, the dried Kalamar (squid), but still some were producing something that was likely to be a candidate.

And after several prototypes, several types of baked confectionery, chosen as the final candidate, were arranged on the kitchen table.

"I wonder if a regular type of galator would be nice to mix this simple one with a powder of cocoa beans"

"If you're Bred Galetta, the guy with the sweet-boiled Naranha skin part looks good. And it's hard to throw away the simplicity."

"I think they're all very delicious! But..."

When Luna clouded the words, Fidel and Roland also leaned down small with wrinkles between their brows so as to be in tune with it.

Although they use regional specialties and arrange popular products for this store, they are still baked sweets.

Whether the “rash” we were looking for was adequate or not, it was still an insufficient substitute.

"Ha, I knew it wouldn't be that easy..."

Spill the word with a glimpse of the “Bread Galata” with Naranha.

Roland also opened his mouth so that he could follow it.

"In the end, it's a baked treat no matter where you go... Bread Galata may be slightly rarer..."

"But when it comes to this city or this station building, it's not..."

After Luna's whining, the three of them stopped moving still with their arms on.

The idea was totally boiled down, and I walked into the trail.

"Uh, I didn't think it would be this hard!

Fidel, who knocked down his fox ear with a petan, scratches his head and screams.

In that language, Roland yells at his ears once pinned.

"Oh, my God, I'm giving up already!

"I didn't say it was a good idea. I didn't think so! Or is it some kind of trick?

"Holy shit! Put yourself up on the shelf and say, hey!

Fidel and Roland scattering loudly at each other.

The two stare at each other as they sit back, wondering if they were under stress without a scratch.

The youngest Luna rushes into arbitration for the atmosphere of the two likely to start working together now

"Brothers! Don't be so loud! I hate you brothers with scary faces!

"Ah! Luna..." "Oh, I'm sorry..."

They rushed to say words of apology to the way their sister was going to sue them in tears.

But Luna leans down with a hard voice.

This was a mess and the two in a hurry crouch nearby, trying to peek into Luna's face.

Then something suddenly pushed into their mouths.

Both Fidel and Roland reflexively bite that mysterious object.

And then, at the next moment, the taste spread in my mouth without even telling me what to gain.

"Eggs! Oh, my God!" "Jiba Zagu!!

What Luna shoved into their mouths was one of the prototype's earlier failures, the Bread Gallator, which combined the built-in Kalamar (squid) with the salt.

This is one of the worst prototypes I've ever made.

The two of them, who accidentally swallowed it, suffer stuffily with their necks contained by so much raw odor.

"Well, this is just..." "Hey, isn't it a little terrible...?

Fidel and Roland manage to squeeze out their voices as they look up at Luna resentfully.

In response to the words, Luna gave out her tongue with Pero before returning the words.

"It's punishment for the brothers who fought in front of me, so sooo! Or is it too bad we're still fighting?

In that hand was a bread gallator with squid walnuts that had smothered the two earlier.

The two “brothers" shake their heads to the side in a hurry.

"" Ok, I won't do it anymore, so stop that!!!

The two “brothers” who saw it rush to urge Luna to put that “dangerous object” back on the plate.

But sooner than Luna did something, someone approached her from behind took it away.

"Kunkaku, this smells dangerous! Stop pointing!

It was Nyarch who made fun of the squid filled Bread Gallator behind him.

Surprised to be approached without a sign from behind, Luna loses her balance without turning around and accidentally wears a butt cake.

"Cah!"

"Ah!" "So, are you okay?

Fidel and Roland rush to Luna.

Luna said - Yes, while she raised her voice, she called out to the two of us who were worried that she would be fine.

Nyarch, who was watching how it went, nodded satisfactorily, yeah.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. But it seems like the three of us are hanging in there, more importantly!

The three of them laughed bitterly at each other for the words.

Huh? and Nyarch puts his neck up, but he immediately regains his mind and speaks to Roland.

"By the way, this is garrata fabric, right? If you have extra, why don't you use it?

"Oh, I don't mind... If you like, you got a baked one, right?

Standing up, though, Roland offers Nyarch the gallator of the prototype he just baked.

But Nyarch sifted and shook his neck to the side, returning the words.

"No! If you don't want to, you can make it! Um, is the oven stove fire okay? Well, then, get started fast!

That's what Nyarch said, he worked out in the bowl as he made sure of the dough.

Roland looks at the state of it strangely.

That should be it, too. Nyarch has always said “specialize in eating," because this was the first time I had seen him cook or make sweets, even if he would ever go into the kitchen to clean up, etc.

Fidel and Luna, who stood up late, were also watching Nyarch side by side of Roland.

What the hell is going to start...... and as the three of them peek in, Nyarch combines the thinly extended fabric cleverly chipped.

"Ah!" "This!" "Right! That hand!

Luna, Fidel, and Roland all raise their voices.

Understanding Nyarch's intentions, the three sprung a common “souvenir" image up behind their brains.