In the small town of Gloriville, many Cooking Attendants begin their journeys to create their first restaurant. Each with a Food Soul to help them along the way.
One of these Attendants called themselves, "Ryouri", the Japanese word for cooking. He believed the name would bring him luck, and so, years after he began, "Ryouri's Cooking" is still in business.
"B-52!" the Attendant called, searching for one of his Food Souls. "Where'd he go?" He looked left and right, hoping the robotic Food Soul would appear. Eventually, crackling flames approached as B-52 drew near.
"Yes, Master Attendant? Do you need my assistance?" B-52 asked obediently.
"There you are! I was really worried . . ."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"No . . . It's just . . . Look at this!" Ryouri showed B-52 a piece of paper, a letter specifically, which B-52 quickly read.
"So, after my exploration, you were worried I hadn't returned?"
"Well, yeah . . . It's a bit silly, but I need you safe so . . ."
"It's alright. I overheard Pudding say that everything was accounted for, including us Food Souls."
"Okay, but still . . . We should check it out! Find out the cause!" Ryouri suggested, excitement filling his voice as he hoped for adventure.
"Master Attendant, that sounds far from safe. If this is really true, you could be severely harmed."
"Well, why not at least try? Grab the rest of the team, we're heading out!"
". . . Alright, Master Attendant." B-52 then flew away, his mechanical wings propelling him forward. However, as one Soul left, another entered.
"Master Attendant," Pudding spoke. "That seems far from wise. As B-52 was saying, it's far too dangerous-"
"You were eavesdropping, Pudding?" Ryouri questioned. Pudding paused, before plainly stating the truth.
"Yes. But-"
"How long?"
"Long enough to know your intentions, but-"
"Don't do that. B-52! Vodka! Double Scoop! Mooncake! Brownie!"
"Master Attendant, you're going to get hurt."
"Why do you think I'm doing this, Pudding?"
". . ." Pudding stayed silent. The yellow-haired male had nothing to say in response, and the hallway was silent for a bit. Ryouri continued.
"I want to protect other Attendants' Food Souls, so just . . . Let me do this! Just this once?"
"You've said that before."
"Really? When?" Ryouri questioned.
"June 7th of the previous year, 2:34am when asking to go late night swimming and you got a rash from poison ivy. July 3rd of the same year, 11:49pm when asking to see the fireworks at midnight up close and got burned by a stray flame. September 8th -" Pudding spouted, checking his notepad, before Ryouri interrupted him.
"Okay! Okay! I get it! I'm irresponsible . . . Still, I can handle this! Pinky swear!" Ryouri held out his pinky.
". . . How old are you?" Pudding asked.
"14!" Ryouri answered with excitement.
"Thought so. Although, you are holding your ground . . . So, I'll let you be reckless one last time, okay?"
"Thank you so much Pudding!" Ryouri exclaimed, hugging the Food Soul tightly.
"Please . . . don't choke . . . me . . . !" Ryouri let go, and let out a laugh in apology.
"Ah, sorry Pudding . . . I got carried away . . ."
"It's fine. Now, I have to go attend to Jello, so return safely, okay?"
"Got it!" With that, Pudding left. Ryouri was sastified, knowing what was originally news of dismay was becoming an adventure.
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