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?!
That metaphor stinks, you pancetta hag!
!ذلك التّشبيه مقرف أيّتها البانتشيتا العجوز
Die Metapher stinkt,
du Pancetta-Hexe!
¡Tus ejemplos son rarísimos,
vieja costilla!
¡Tus ejemplos son rarísimos,
vieja costilla!
Quel exemple pourri, pieds de porc !
Che brutte metafore che fai, Strega Pancetta!
Essa metáfora fede, sua bruxa!