"Huh? If you're not ordering, stop distracting me," the girl coldly responded, her hands flying as she served up another batch of fried rice. "I'm busy enough as it is."
Quickly eyeing the counter, I looked for any sort of entrance that I could open before I eventually gave up and vaulted over the counter like a practiced burglar.
"H-Hey! What're you doing here!? Get out!"
Ignoring the kid's protests, I swiftly made my way to the unused stove, deftly using a bit of my Wesen to light some firewood that I saw lying around underneath the empty wok. Fanning as much air into the fire as possible, I made sure that the damn thing was smoking hot before I grabbed an unused ladle and began oiling my wok to satisfaction.