“Excuse me, are you wanting the Bouillabaisse?”
She rolled her eyes preemptively, prepared for the inevitable reaction. Sure enough, one of the boys in front of her - the ginger - lost himself to her allure. Her eyes flitted towards the other two teenagers sitting in front of her, hoping for a response. The bushy-haired girl opened her mouth to speak, but was beaten to the punch by the other boy at the table.
“Ah yes, the Bouillabaisse - something that we definitely are used to eating, like, and cherish. Pretty high demand here, sorry but like you’re fresh out of luck.”
“...What?”