After alot of asking about and running around the kitchen(which was mostly me,) Dinner Rolls and Chunky got their meals to them at a satisfactory level.

See, this is what happened:

I voiced my thought. "I'm bringing my laptop tomorrow since I don't know how to make squat apparently." But then I remembered my laptop was forbidden from being taken out of the house for some reason by my dad since he was the one that bought it for me and didn't want it to be damaged or stolen. "Aww. I can't. Darn. It's not allowed to leave my house. Hmm..."

He look at me like '...and? what else?'

"I'm thinkin'," I said, deciphering his stare. Then it hit me. "I got it!" I jumped and ran outside the door. I saw my new waiter friend from before. "Can I have a menu to study at home?"

He seemed to be thinking and then,"I don't see why not," He handed one from near by to me.

"Thanks so much...oh and um..do you by chance know how to make Chicken Cordon Bleu or ribs?"

He shook his head. "I don't cook."

"Alright. Thanks for your help," I said and went back in. "Okay, so I'm gonna learn how to cook these things when I get home," I said holding up the menu and then setting it down. "But there's no luck with this order!" I yelled and started running around the kitchen. (See?)

Gaara watched me for a while and then left.

He walked around the adult section and, having good fortune, spotted Naru Naru-chan talking outside the kitchen with another chef, who was older than she was. "We need your help," he said simply and Naru Naru stopped what she was doing and went with him.

I I I I I. . . . was still running around screaming and had grown accustomed to pulling at my hair. Naru Naru slapped me with her hat. Her cool chefy hat. Why didn't we get one?!

"What ya do that for?" I asked and pouted.

"Hysterics," was all she said and looked at the tickets still on the counter. "What do I have to make?"

"Chicken Cordon Bleu and Bar-B-Q pork ribs," Gaara stated.

"Ribs??"

"Yeah, I kinda told the chunky one that I would make them for him ."

"Yosh! Watch and learn, kiddies," she said and started quickly.

Hey, she likes Japanese too! Cool. Both Gaara and I watched her in awe. My jaw was dropped. We could easily see why she wasn't one of us. She was amazing! In no time at all she got it done and personally delivered it to the remaining two who looked starved.

"Sorry about the wait," she said," but your chef is incompetent. Please forgive her. (She's new,)" she whispered the last part and they understood.

Chouji started chomping down on his ribs, but then paused. He looked at the chef that was still there. "So did you make this?" he asked. She nodded and smiled. "It's great!" he exclaimed and continued.

"This too!" the girl who seemed to have dinner rolls for hair said as she ate her Cordon Bleu.

"I'm glad you liked it. Well I got to go. I'm not supposed to be in this section," she said and walked away.

"Bye," the table said in unison. They all looked at each other and smiled.

My my my my my . . jaw was still open. She had been gone but I was just blown away. After returning to normal, I said ,"Gaara, we need some training." He nodded in agreement and sighed. Frustrated. "Do you have a computer?" He shook his head. I thought. "Yosh. How about tomorrow morning you come over my house and we will study like we have never studied before," I said, sparkles in my eyes as I pictured myself a master chef, laughing in hysterics, better than the Naru Naru.

"Um...whatever," he said and sat on one of the counters. "What time?"

"The earliest possible!" I said and started laughing hysterically.

"Um..right," he said and looked at the ceiling, which somehow was even more interesting than me. I don't see how so. "How's seven?"

"Seven is fine," I said, returning to normal once again. I sat on the floor in front of him like I did the first time I met him. "How about... you walk me home so you know where I live?" I asked, pulling at my pockets on my jeans and turning them inside out. I wasn't wearing the pants that came with the uniform. Didn't feel like it. "I'm broke anyway so I can't catch a cab," I said and returned my pockets to normal. He just nodded and focused his gaze on a pair of knives. "You like pointy things, don't you?"

"Hn," he said, if you can call that saying anything. It's not like it was a real word. It was more of a grunt or an implied mumble. It was not an accessible word in the dictionary.

Eight o'clock rolled around and our shift was over.