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Much like a cat, Peppa pries the lady’s face away from her with an unbarred hand, and chokes out, “Don’t-mention-it!”
“Oh! Now where are my manners?” The lady sets her down and puts her hat back on. “I have to scrounge up a reward for you!”
Peppa goes to shake her head, but there's too much drool in her mouth.
That aroma returns as the lady searches in the bag, and Peppa swallows her foolish words back down. The cook lady also pops a capsule and out poofs a food cart.
While in the midst of getting her cutlery and stove ready, the lady asks, “Have you eaten?”
Peppa swallows, and says as controlled as she can, "No?"
“Right!” the lady says as she starts dicing some greens and oiling the pan. “You vegetarian? Any food restrictions?”
“I’m half-saiyan, and I still can’t beat my dad’s all-you-can-eat record.”
The lady gasps, dropping the diced herbs into the pan. “You’re a sayin’ you’re a Saiyan?”
“...yeah, that's right." Peppa admits with a sigh. There goes her meal ticket, no way it was valid when she’s fixing to hear the same song she’s been hearing at other diners-
“Well well well, seems I’ll have to pull out all the stops!”
Eh. Eh? Peppa blinks, then looks up at the lady.
The lady- no. The Cook cracks her knuckles, and stretches her arms. Then, she pulls out a pair of stools from the cart, and tosses them before Peppa. “Please sit, I’ll have your orders out in a jiffy.”
Well now, this is a welcome turn! Peppa nods gratefully, and takes her seat with gusto!
An aura swells about the Cook and her kitchen! Then a manic grin manifests on her face. “Ahaha!”
Within minutes, a meal is prepared for Peppa. Five bowls of rice as big as her, with sauteed vegetables, strips of grilled meat, and sauce with that aromatic spice mixed into it that sent the whole wilderness in a tizzy.
Peppa claps her hands together, and nods her head to the Cook. “Thanks for the food!”
The Cook says with a smile, “Happy to serve!” Then, she glances at Peppa’s food. “Oh, sorry, I thought I filled that bowl-”
She looks up and witnesses Peppa upending the second bowl into her mouth, the food getting sucked in as if her mouth is an open airlock.
The Cook gapes at this, then grins once more. “Ahaha, a worthy opponent! Don’t worry, seconds are on the way~!”
The cyborg boy walks up and climbs the stool, having managed to chase off the wolves without overexerting his machinery, showing that is a halfway capable fighter. He then orders chicken tendi- tenders with orange soda and some ice cream! But when he gets his helping, he scoffs at the sight of veggies on his plate. “This Great Mercenary eats only what he’s ordered!”
Peppa whaps him with her tail, and in between bowls, she orders, “Eat your veggies.”
The boy does as he’s told, and then admits that they’re fine. He doesn’t complain when given a second helping.
Once Peppa has gotten to the point where she’s chewing her food, the Cook makes an observation. “Sorry to butt in, but do you have allergies after all?”
