Cece and Azay
175/150 words
In the hours of late afternoon, chaos had gripped its claws tightly around the base camp of Azay’s Travelling Kitchen. Puffkins were dashing around the tables outside, placing and removing table settings as directions were yelled across to them. The chaos was even worse inside the kitchen. Everyone was yelling at everyone else with pots and pans clattering and banging in the background.
The loudest pair was Azay and Cece, as usual. “Cece! Why is this food taking so long to prepare?! It should’ve been out ages ago!” Azay screeched, channeling her inner banshee. Cece huffed in response, violently dropping a pan and turning to Azay, “We’re not even open yet! Give me a dang break already! It takes one hour to prepare, exactly one hour. I started this half an hour ago. When will you learn some dang patience?!” Azay glared back at her before flouncing off to bother someone else. Cece turned back to her work with a shake of her head, barking orders to the chefs under her as she did so.
The loudest pair was Azay and Cece, as usual. “Cece! Why is this food taking so long to prepare?! It should’ve been out ages ago!” Azay screeched, channeling her inner banshee. Cece huffed in response, violently dropping a pan and turning to Azay, “We’re not even open yet! Give me a dang break already! It takes one hour to prepare, exactly one hour. I started this half an hour ago. When will you learn some dang patience?!” Azay glared back at her before flouncing off to bother someone else. Cece turned back to her work with a shake of her head, barking orders to the chefs under her as she did so.