Tibbath's wrath

Cyril couldn't help but chuckle to himself and shake his head.

Suddenly he heard a voice beside his ear, startling him and even almost dropping the cup in his hands to the floor.

"Why are you laughing to yourself, Brother Cyril?" It was Rian's voice.

Luckily, Cyril caught the cup before it completely slipped out of his hands and saved the drink.

He did not look at Rian immediately. Instead he looked at Tibbath.

When he saw that Tibbath was still busy with his other customers and did not notice the little actions on their side, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Even though Tibbath cared about his customer's satisfaction the most, there is something else that he cared even more than that.

It was the food he prepared himself.

If someone were to drop even a morsel of food he had cooked and wasted it, he would make sure to let the person see how the hell looked with their own eyes.