The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

In response to a question from the "station manager", Takumi thinks with her arms.

And to sum up one thought, I slowly opened my mouth.

"Right...... As far as I can see in the newspapers, it seems that in terms of durability and cost, it would not extend to gas lights today. Gas lights can be appealing enough when compared to technology like this."

"That's only a story based on the premise of 'now', right? How about" The Future "?

Sophia with a serious eye.

It's a completely different look from a private time like it usually is when visiting 'the swordfish'.

I'm sure you always get this look when you work.

Takumi also answers the question with a serious face rather than the usual soft look to Sofia's appearance that makes her feel its superior talent.

"... depends on how quickly the technology develops, but 'lights' will dominate all of this"

"Well, does that mean that gas lights won't be used in the future?

Takumi nods slowly at the words "station manager”

"There are two reasons. First and foremost, lights are overwhelmingly“ bright ”compared to gas lights. In this newspaper, the arc lamp says," It's as bright as day, "but because of the difference in how it works to get light, it seems that the lamp can get a brighter light."

"It was a painful glare in my eyes when I looked at it in person."

I still can't forget the shock of seeing that dazzling light.

It even seemed as if the light had blown my confidence as a banker.

Of course, it's not like we're expecting gas lights that incorporate the new technology we're hearing from Libert.

But it was also honest to be honest again that I had to feel that I couldn't keep up with that brightness for a few things.

Takumi continues her words to Sofia, who whisks her eyebrows.

"And another reason is that in gas lights, 'gas has to be burned'. Instruments and equipment should be more robust than requiring flammable gases, and adequate care should be taken in handling them. In addition, ventilation and gas leakage problems can also arise, especially if gas is burned indoors. I think these are fundamental challenges for 'gas lights'."

"Mr. Takumi, I understand what you're trying to say. But from the way I handled the arc lights I saw the other day, it seemed a lot harder to handle there too..."

Sophia puts her neck in retrospect of the other day.

During the other day's lighting of the arc lights, a specialist technician should have been ready while using complicated tools.

Compared to that, it just didn't seem that difficult to handle gas lights or anything else that just required a little attention.

But Takumi, who received Sophia's words, shook her side as she sifted her neck.

"You may be right about the arc lights now. But sooner or later, if technology develops, anyone will be able to turn on the lights just by operating the switch. Problems of durability and cost will also be eliminated if dissemination proceeds. You can't tell me if that's ten years away, or how many decades away, or if it's going to happen again a few years away, but it seems certain that the time will come when" lights ”will become mainstream."

It was a takumi trying to spin more words, but I swallowed the word I almost said into the back of my throat.

If you recall the life you once lived in, you can easily guess "what the future looks like".

Of course, the pre-metastasis world (modern Japan) and “this world” do not necessarily develop exactly the same way.

However, from the standpoint of knowing the “consequences” of the technology competition, Takumi felt that what awaited would not change significantly further than what people sought essentially remained unchanged.

Every time Takumi talks, a deep crease engraves between Sofia's brows.

The “station manager" dares to speak up, even as he speculates about the mood.

"Hmm, I mean, in Lord Takumi's view, the business of gas lights will eventually cease? Lord Sophia, this is difficult."

"I don't have a choice. Takumi's story is compelling, and I can't find the ingredients to deny it anywhere. After all, the business of gas lights seems to have to give up..."

Drop your shoulders, Sophia whining powerlessly.

However, the words carried on from Takumi led to a change in its expression.

"Please wait. There's more to this story."

"Continued? What do you mean?

Sophia hangs her neck like a lot of takumi words.

Takumi coughed one up with Cohon before continuing the conversation.

"Indeed, in the field of 'lighting', the advantages of lights, or electricity, are enormous. On the other hand, however, electricity cannot produce 'flames'. In other words, if it's an area where 'flames' can be brought to life, we know that gas advantage will increase dramatically."

"I see. But is there such a field to bring that 'flame' to life? That's what firewood and coal are for."

"When it comes to firepower, the difference between firewood and coal and gas may certainly not be significant. Gas, however, has great advantages not found in firewood or coal. Right...... Mr. Sophia, have you had any experience cooking?

"Huh? Yeah, somewhat... But why?

I can't grasp the intent of the question, proper Sophia.

To the answer from her, Takumi smiled at her mouth.

"That's going to convey your intentions better if you look at it again. May I continue by talking to you in the kitchen?“ Station Manager, please. "

"Um, I don't know what it is, but it doesn't mean I have a secret plan."

"It's not so much a secret, but I was wondering if it's actually easier for you to see and experience. Mr. Sophia, may I ask you a favor?

"Yeah, I don't mind..."

Sophia nodded at Takumi's words, even though she had her neck clenched.

"Ah, master! Good luck! And“ station manager ”and, uh, it was Sophia, wasn't it? Long time no see!

When the three of them came to the kitchen of the 'swordfish', Roland called out.

Next to it, Luna is gripping the knife with a serious look.

Apparently, he was in the process of purchasing tomorrow's sales while giving Luna guidance.

"Good luck. Looks like you're done cleaning up."

"No. And then, if I finish making this soup, I'm done for today."

"Copy that. Well, thank you for continuing with the planting. Please work carefully to make sure Luna doesn't get hurt."

"Ha! I'll do my best!

Once you stop at Takumi's call, Luna smiles.

Then he returned to his serious expression and concentrated on his work.

"I'm just a little kid, but cleverly use a knife... wow"

Sophia was impressed when she saw the little girl hands-on.

Takumi, who nodded and agreed to the word, cuts the point.

"Well, here's a continuation of an earlier story...... Mr. Sophia, I have one dish I'd like you to cook for me in the future, would you mind?

"What!? Me, sir? I'm not a big cook, am I?

Sophia turns her voice over unexpectedly.

Although I have some cooking experience, I have “done it before”.

Sophia felt very reckless, including showing off her skill in front of the culinary professionals.

However, the reaction seemed to be within the scope of Takumi's assumptions.

Smiling at Sophia, she starts explaining the dishes she wants to have cooked again.

"Don't worry. Um, there was definitely salsa sauce left, wasn't there?

"No. Still got it!

Takumi nods naggingly in response to a petty reply back from Roland.

"Then you're fine. You don't even need to use a knife as long as you have salsa sauce. It's just an easy dish to bake and simmer, but we think having this dish cooked will give you a more realistic experience of the earlier story. Besides, if you remember this dish, I'm sure there will be good things in the future."

"Oh? How could that be?

"It's an easy and delicious” breakfast staple ”dish you'll be making now. I'm sure you'd be happy to make it for those who will tie it in the future, wouldn't you?

To the words, Sophia looked up to the ceiling and toured her imagination.

The two of us are amicably surrounded by a small table, stuck in the soft morning sun.

And what a deliciously cheeky husband looks like with the dishes he prepares.

Thanks all the time, today's rice is delicious too..., those words whispered in my head —— with the voice of “A Man.”

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't know you could enjoy Mr. Sophia's hand cooking every morning. No, I envy that one more."

Sophia returned to me with a "station manager” laugh.

I feel like I've been seen through my mind, and I rush to argue.

"Hey uncle! Beh, I didn't say I'd make it every morning! Plus, Mr. Liberto is a busy man, so we can't even have breakfast with him every day!

"Oh, I'm only saying that's who you are, right?

"Ah!!!

Her cheeks stain bright red as she realizes she made a silence.

From his face, he felt so hot that he wondered if there was a flame.