>>24793922The menu's fine for what it is, there's not much that stands out, but the essentials are all present and accounted for. Being confined to an underground cavern obviously limits the pool of dishes that they can whip up, and what's more, puts a ration on the supply of ingredients to make said dishes.
All's not lost however, or at least, that's what the menu tells you in the bottom right-hand corner. The minor notice serves to inform the reader that Phil'erup's population operates as a team to keep things afloat, which includes the maintenance of resources. Grass and Bug-types that produce their own food, Water-types that provide infinite water, Fire-types that can heat things, Electric-types that can light buildings, Ice-types.. that make sure that /iced/ tea is still a thing. They all chip in what they can to keep the community thriving.
It's a little inspiring, actually. The nobodies in your universe would never be so willing to cooperate, y'know cause they're all dicks in one way or another. Dire straits like this really seem to force the people into a situation where they have no choice but to work together to survive. The results of which are the epitome of 'pretty neato'.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"W-Whaaah!?" a high-pitched cry snaps you out of your funk. You nearly jump out of your seat at the sight of the cafe's proprietor, who's quite the sight himself. A vine-tingling, pear-shaped vore whore. The voice is a little deeper than you'd expect, though.
"I take it you're ready to order?"
A) "Well I have been eyeballing the 'salty milk and coins' combo for a while now.."
B) "I'd like to order a 'hole' lot of information, if you catch my drift.."
C) "I want to feel like an exotic tropical slut today, two Lava Cookies please."
D) "Just some water. I'm here to loiter and I'm kind of a cheap bastard."
