Setting: ~outside the cafe~
"What are we going to do, Ember?" A red helia with a white chef hat, said in a worried but more complaining voice. The helia turned to her almost sister, who was resting against a tree trunk in the shade. Her sister opened one eye and sighed.
"Why should we char? I like the stuff we make" Ember proclaimed before closing her eye again, she flicked her tail alittle. Char stomped the ground and looked like she was miming a child having a silent hissy fit, before sneaking back to the cafe window to spy on the other chefs making cookies, cakes, and other sweet things.
"But we can't be master chefs of the cafe, if the only thing we make is BBQ"
