Using some facts she just picked up, Morina recommends a bittersweet tiramisu to a man often seen at the shop. Then a hurricane of sweet adult nothings blows around her. Could this guy possibly be…?!
Maro and the gang strike a weird pose and sound off with a cry of “the butcher knife that burns in flame.” Morina, who could not sync up, gets left behind. An elderly man and his kimono-wearing granddaughter arrive, and Festa prepares “the usual” for them. Can Morina serve them flawlessly under such a tense mood?!
You're like an onion, aren't you?
أنت كالبصل، صحيح؟
Du bist wie eine Zwiebel, nicht wahr?
Pareces una cebolla.
Pareces una cebolla.
Tu es un peu comme
un oignon, toi aussi.
Anche tu, Maro, sei un po' come una cipolla!
Você é tipo uma cebola, né?