The girl smirks. "Just tell me. Do you want cash, or do you want credit?"

"I told you, you can choose whichever one you want, pal!"

They'd came in, made an order, and I'd asked them to pay. That's what I was supposed to do. But for the last half an hour, she's just been standing there and asking me. "Do you want me to pay with cash or credit?"

...Knowing my luck, it's no wonder that something like this would happen to me on my first day back at the job. And just after the owner had gone out for an hour, too.

The blue-haired boy, still standing next to her, perks up. "Don't you think it would be easier to just choose one or the other?"

"Monaca doesn't want to choose. Why don't we let the adult decide?" Her hand slumped onto her right cheek as she scowled at him.

I'm pretty sure we have a working card reader, but am I even allowed to tell them to use one or the other? Not that I know anything about the fees, but considering how bad my luck is, there'd probably be some problem or another there.

"Fine, then. You can have it all for free."

Monaca laughs, looking like she knew I'd eventually be forced to give in. "Come on, Nagisa. Let's go sit down." She smugly wheeled away and around the corner to the table behind me, with him hesitating for a moment before following her over.

I slowly walk past them to the kitchen. Since I'm the only one here besides the two customers, I have to go and make their order myself before serving it up.

Your name is Maggey Byrde.

You just pulled open the door and entered into the kitchen of Trés Bien. A bright atmosphere filled the room, and you quickly walked over to grab an egg from the egg box.

Nagisa had only asked for a bottle of blackcurrant juice and a cream puff, but Monaca had ordered a fried egg. "How do you want it fried?", you'd asked at the time, but she'd just hmphed and said "who cares? Just tell the chef they can fry it however they want." And if you were having an egg right about now, you'd want it fried sunny-side.

Obviously, though, by sunny-side, you mean sunny-side down; you would only ever cook an egg sunny-side down, no matter what anyone demanded. You don't just disagree with people who fry their eggs sunny-side up – you despise them.

Their smug attitude, the way they love to pretend the other side doesn't exist, the illogicality of choosing to fry an egg sunny-side up… anyone who truly cares about sunny-side down egg fryers would think the same way.

Egg-in-hand, Maggey strode over to a pan excitedly. She turned on the pan and set it to medium heat, cracked the egg on the side of the pan, let it drop, and used her hands to flip the egg halfway. Throwing in a few breadcrumbs as needed during the process, she gradually waited for the egg to be fully fried, sunny-side down.

Maggey grabbed a pre-made bottle of blackcurrant juice and some cream. She squirted the cream between two cream puff buns, and then plated the finished plain cream puff. To her, the idea of serving a cream puff without a plate seemed absurd. After all, Maggey thought, if you were to put any sauce on it, it'd get all over the table.

She prepared to bring everything over to Monaca and Nagisa, and then pulled the door open and left the kitchen to walk over to them. Monaca chuckled at Maggey appearing out of the kitchen. "Here's your order!"

Maggey saluted at the two and put down the food and drink in their appropriate places on the table. "This is sunny-side down? I can't believe you bothered to fry it in any particular direction."

Nagisa quickly started drinking, but not before looking at Maggey and speaking. "You can just serve the cream puff without a plate…"

Maggey frowned slightly. Even though Nagisa looked like he was being genuine, she couldn't see much of a point to his comment. She chose not to press the issue further, though, and departed after cheerfully saying "Let me know if you need anything else!"

After Maggey left, Monaca continued to sit there, just poking at the hot egg with her fork and not actually eating it. Nagisa finished his blackcurrant juice and, with the last squirt of it still in his mouth, started on the cream puff, though he kept it in his hands the whole time without ever putting it down. He threw the last bit of the cream puff over to Monaca, who plunged it into her mouth and had her teeth rip into it.

Monaca was just about to properly start on her egg before she was distracted by hearing the owner come into the restaurant, his rough voice echoing around the room violently. "Hey! What're you doin', flour?"

Maggey looked at Kurokuma and saluted him. "What I'm always doing, sir!"

Kurokuma nodded and started walking past her, stopping to look at the two customers. Monaca and Nagisa, with a finished bottle of blackcurrant juice, an empty plate, and an egg fried sunny-side down. Suddenly, his expression grew harsher.

"What." Kurokuma stared at the egg with narrow eyes, to Monaca's bemusement. Nagisa turned to him and talked. "It's an egg fried sunny-side down."

Kurokuma ran back to Maggey and glared at her. "Did you fry this egg‽"

"Y-yes, sir! A fried egg was ordered, and so I fried one!"

Kurokuma had a face of pure disgust. "You know you're not allowed to be fryin' eggs sunny-side! Sunny-side down or sunny-side up, it doesn't matter!"

Maggey was shook - his words echoed within her. She hadn't even thought about the store's own policy: you may never fry an egg sunny-side, no matter what. She had been so caught up in her own preferences that the rule had completely slipped her mind. "But, sir! They asked for it!"

Monaca stood up and laughed. "Don't be ridiculous! I just asked for a fried egg! She was the one who chose sunny-side down!"

Kurokuma's laugh roared around the restaurant. "In that case… you're fired!"

"I'm… fired?" Maggey stared at him, exasperated.

Her head hung low, she slowly stepped out of the building. "Just more bad luck for the Goddess of Misfortune."

Kurokuma had seen a lot of things, but the sight of one of his own employees creating a sunny-side egg was one that would stick with him forever; in his mind, he had to do something to make up for it. He ran out of the restaurant, ran into his car, and put his feet to the pedal, driving until he reached the place where donations are made.

He got out and examined the building: a large, brick construction held together by little but cement. Slowly, he made his way across the concrete path to the building, pushed open the door, and swaggered in, money-in-hand. There was a brown-eyed girl with brownish-red hair sitting at the reception desk. Kurokuma walked over to her and smiled.

"Hello, Charity Donation Center? I'd like to donate to an... anti-charity."