Cicadas chirp as the sun blasts its rays across the town. You're inside, sending out deliveries and managing the restaurant. The fan is on, blowing cool air against your hair and skin.
The climate is nothing drastic, and the Food Souls seem like they're doing fine. What a quiet day it'll be.
'Master Attendant!' A rough voice echoes outside your office. Never mind having some peace and quiet.
Behind the door is Boston Lobster, who looks like he got out of the shower and slipped his clothes on right after.
You ask if he needs anything, since the restaurant is booming and deliveries are sent hourly.
'Turn the AC on.'
Oh, right. You forgot he's sensitive to heat. Still, that response is... out of character of Boston Lobster to say.
Ever since you summoned him, he's always been rude, arrogant and stubborn. Even some of the other Food Souls found him as a nuisance.
He's now being kinder with his words. You stare at him with an incredulous look. A vein then pops out of his forehead.
'What!? I ask a simple thing, and all I get is silence!? I even asked that stupid birdman how I should approach this kindly, and now I feel like an absolute dumba—'
Maybe it's not so bad to let him take his shirt off.