<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Yeesh…. Sorry for the extended delay on my part. Real life’s been wearing on me quite a bit.</div></div></div><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"They're not causing too much trouble for you, I hope?"</div></blockquote><br/>Alyssa’s friendly question had gone unheard by Larynn, who was on the noisy end of a literal barrel of monkeys.  The young cook had  already the pot over to the back of the grill to warm, and was passing the finished kebabs on the front of the grill along to their intended customers.<span style="font-style: italic">”I guess these would count as appetizers now…”</span>She thought to herself.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Vanara Elder wrote:</cite>" Just gimme a few minutes to sort these boys out, and we'll be out of your hair. That alright by you, miss?" </div></blockquote>“..Oh!”<br/><br/>Larynn’s ears perked up, finally realizing she was being spoken to. She turned back to the elder and the blue-haired guard. “Yes, that’s fine. I was eager to see the Crossing Night Ceremony myself, so once I finish these last few orders, I’ll close up early.”<br/><br/>Indeed, Larynn was curious about the event, outside of her own summoning magic, she hadn’t seen many real celestials, and even those were just temporary shells made from magic. She looked up at the dais, seeing the priestesses making their final preparations.<span style="font-style: italic">“Real flesh and blood celestials.”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">~Celestials?! Where are you? Call me up, I wanna seeeeEEEEE!~</span></span><br/><br/>As the voice kept whining in Larynn’s head, the young chef focused on the present to tune her out.”I’m afraid that this is going to be the last call for anyone ordering food.” Larynn says, addressing the crowd of vanara once more. ”The main course will be ready soon, but if there are any more orders, now is the time to place them. Once the ceremony begins, the Wandering Grill will be closed for the evening! closed.“