A extra-strong coffe for you

The piano melody created a warm and tranquil atmosphere, masking the noisy sounds from outside the restaurant. The four women were sitting at a table near the window.

Honestly, poor Mrs. Mahal felt out of place in the environment. The sound of the instrument gave her a headache, and the pain worsened while sitting in that chair—it was all simply irritating, although she was relieved not to have to walk anymore.

She hoped to recover her memory soon...

At least there was something positive; the orders didn't take as long to arrive as she presumed. The orders were placed in front of each of them.

Apparently, Red-Eyed Fly had ordered only the black liquid called "extra-strong coffee," while the other two had ordered the same black liquid and something called "pie."

Her cake was placed right in front of her. After staring at the cake for a few seconds, she could feel the maids' gaze on her; they seemed to be waiting for her to start eating?...

But how on earth was she supposed to eat cake? Why did it looked like a perfectly cut triangular piece of -She forget what is the name...

Anyways, Mrs. Mahal began to look around nervously to see how people were eating.

Mrs. Mahal quickly realized that she would have to use the metal object they had delivered along with the cake. Turning her attention to the cake, she hesitantly held the metal utensil and tried to replicate the actions of the people around her...

…The cake was very sweet, and she didn't mind that, what happy thing!. Maybe if she hadn't already been full from the "small snack" she had eaten in the morning, she could eat more of that cake?... it really matters?

So the maids finally began to eat after that, although they look like a little apprehensive about something...

The albino woman looked curiously at the black liquid that the three of them had ordered, and this did not go unnoticed; they started to break into a cold sweat, more apprehensive than before.

"Give me that," the albino lady said to the red-eyed fly that was sitting in the seat next to her.

"My lady, you just ate a cake, that may affect the taste of-"

"Give it to me," the albino woman interrupts the six-eyed fly looking into her eyes.

Later a few seconds the poor fly can't handle the pressure and hands over her beloved coffee while receiving a fierce glare from a certain other pointed-eared maid and hearing a tired sigh from the six-eyed maid.

Patel can only watch from of the other side the table as his lady picks up the extra-strong coffee, and honestly, she shouldn't be surprised when Mahal spits out the coffee as soon as she puts it in her mouth; it always happens. Sometimes it seems like her lady has the memory of a goldfish when it comes to coffee - not that she has anything against goldfish! It's just an analogy.

She had even anticipated that this could happen, and she had also thought that unexpected situations would arise, after all, she's talking about her lady.

"Keugh, beautiful lady."

Patel took another sip of coffee while observing the scene; perhaps she should order two extra-strong coffees?

"Are you a princess? Kreugh."

Always there are inexplicable things happening around her lady, although Patel is not surprised because it is precisely about her lady. Nothing in lady Mahal is normal.

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..... As soon as Mr. Mahal returns, she will resign.