Meta Knight Adopts You

A Recipe for Disaster

Things were kinda chill, but then people started screaming, as they tend to do in Cappy Town. Though, this time, there seemed to be no immediate threat. Like any citizen of Cappy Town would, I go to check it out. There is already a small crowd gathered around Kawasaki's restaurant

"Hey, what's going on?" I lean over and peak through the window with the rest, whispering as I ask for gossip.

"Kawasaki's old teacher is here- for real this time!" Someone whispers back, and I feel a bit confused. "For real? Was there a fake time?" No one answers me though, everyone's to invested in watching. The chef really doesn't give any reaction any time he take a bite of anything. He takes one bite, before handing the dish over to Kirby to take the rest, Tiff and Tuff running in and out of the kitchen to deliver the food for Kawasaki.

"Oh, cool. Is he gonna, like, reteach him or something?" That, however, doesn't happen. Instead, he immediately begins to insult Kawasaki.

"You call yourself a chef? This stuff might as well be poison! You live in work in such a culturally and agriculturally diverse area and yet your food is so lousy?! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You have learned nothing from studying beneath me! Nothing! You have no business cooking! Let alone running a restaurant!" As he begins to march out, everyone scatters. Except for me, of course. I have no shame in being caught anymore. He clearly doesn't seem to mind either, as he simply continues on as if I weren't even there.

He uses his butcher knife to knock off the banner from the outside of Kawasaki's, tossing it aside to the ground. "Don't you ever show your face to me again! Not until you learn to cook you chowder head!" He storms off, practically fuming.

"Oh Master! Please!" Kawasaki yells after him, but he doesn't turn around. Curious, I move to follow the stranger, as Tiff, Tuff, and Kirby stay behind to comfort Kawasaki.

"So... You're Kawasaki's teacher?"

"I have no pride when I say yes!" I chuckle a bit at his words, still following behind him. "Honestly! How could he spend so long with me and still manage to make mental food poisoning!" I continue to walk besides him. I'm unsure where he's going, but if he's looking for anything specific, he's not asking me. Not yet, at least.

"So like... Are you gonna correct him? Like, reteach him or something?"

"Why would I?! He clearly didn't listen the first time!"

"I don't know man, what if he's got a learning disability or something?"

"He is perfectly fine! I see no broken bones!" It's clear this guy is either 'old fashioned', or he's just a bit behind.

"I dunno. My cousin had a learning disability, sometimes you gotta teach people differently from each other or provide accommodations. If someone was nearsighted, you'd move them to the front of the class so they could learn better. If Kawasaki's got some disability that needs you to speak more slowly or repeat yourself, why not accommodate that to?"

"If Kawasaki cannot handle a fast paced learning environment, he is not fit for a kitchen! Diamonds form under pressure, after all!"

"Well sure, but bread dough only rises when left to rest." He pauses a bit at that, as if thinking. "I mean, it would also kinda help with your reputation, if that matters at all to you. 'A Chef so good he can teach even the worst students to be five star chefs'." He huffs a bit at my words.

"Yes, I suppose so... If I cannot get my students to understand how to cook, who's to say I have any better understanding..?" He huffs a bit, before turning around. "Fine. I will... attempt to teach him again. but if he doesn't understand by the end of the week, I will never associate with him again!"