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    A short inkling is walking through Booyah Base, on the lookout for some new fresh garments to add to her closet. Her eyes are moving fast, left and right, scanning the shops' displays. It's still winter, and behind every store's window are boring dark coats or lifeless pullovers. Sol sighs, pulling the zipper higher on her bright yellow hoodie. When are we getting the spring collection so I can finally quench my undying thirst for neon colors?? She contemplates pulling the hood on her head above her green hat as well to feel warmer, but figures it's not a fresh thing to do. Instead she adjusts it to cover her nape, bare from her short hair. Still walking, she keeps searching for anything even remotely colorful. Brown, brown, black, grey, black, dark red, brown, black.. EUARHGHHH. Her stomach growls and she stops in her tracks, throwing her head back and voicing her thoughts. "EUARHGHHH"

    A frown on her face, she opens her eyes after her short tantrum, scanning the surroundings. Looking for... Maybe a vending machine to get a snack or five? Her rosy gaze falls instead on a sign she'd never seen before. Squinting at it she reads. "Law... Sue.. Chanteur?" she mumbles, puzzled. Is it like, a lawyer cabinet or something? Taking a step forward, she looks through the glass into the building, noticing tables and chairs. Mind buzzing with remnants from old maths class, she manages to solve the equation that tables=food and her eyes widen. A smile spreading on her face, she rushes to the entrance, her loosely tied red hi-tops clapping against the floor. Hand splayed on the glass, she pushes the door.

"Hello?! Is there anything to eat here?"

    Upon hearing the relaxed voice welcome her, Sol steps inside, the warm feeling of an actually heated place washing over her. Eyes wandering around the café to get a better look at it, she think to herself. Eh, that's not... Really how I would have decorated, but I guess it does look pretty nice? She pulls the zipper of her hoodie down, revealing a the dang freshest probably printed in white letters on a blue shirt.

"I'm kind of craving something sweet! But I guess a sandwich before that would be cool. I'm pretty hungry!" she says enthusiastically, slightly raising her head to give a wide smile to the tall inkling before her.

    As soon as the inkling pointed to the desserts display, Sol's idea on getting a sandwich had disappeared instantly.

"Oh my god, forget the sandwich, those look waaaaay too good..."

    Resisting the temptation to squish her face on the glass to get a better look at the large choice of cakes and sweets, she however can't stop her stomach from growling at the sight. Eyes glued to the strawberries, chocolate and other biscuits, she is fascinated by all the gorgeous food waiting to be eaten. Woah, did they make all this?? Mouth opening and closing, she is still hesitating on what to order.

"I um... I think I'm gonna get... This one! Strawberry shortcake? Aaaaand this thing that looks very sugary? 'Crème brûlée'!"

A blue haired Inkling by the name of Kirb looked outside of the cafe as a curious look showed. His stomach grumbled from the need of food. After all, he needed a little snack after all the Turf Wars he's been through.
"Well....maybe I could take a quick bite" Kirb said "Then it's back to Turf Wars"
He checked and sure enough, he had enough cash to afford the food. Maybe a bit too much.
He walks inside to see the beautiful look of the cafe as his mouth already drooled from the choices shown in the menu. The cafe was so clean and neat. He was already impressed. He takes a seat near one of the windows.

"Ah, yes! I think so for now. I'll let you know if I'm still hungry after that!" She smiles, climbing on a bar stool to reach the plates waiting for her, feet dangling in the air. Reaching for the fork, she starts with the shortcake, digging into the different layers of sweet soft goodness. Barely able to balance the enormous piece of cake she took on the metal, she quickly shoves it into her mouth. Focused on tasting every little bit, she chews silently, a small frown attesting her deep concentration. Swallowing, she raises her head and the toothy grin on her face returns.

"It's so good!!"

    Eating the rest of the cake, she wipes the crumbs with her finger and licks it to get every last bit. Switching for the spoon, she starts digging into the crème brûlée, cracking the hard caramel. Surprised by the soft inside of the dessert, she brings the spoonful to her mouth and savors the sweetness, biting the hard bits with her teeth. They've got the best food ever I want to scream... She does not, acknowledging the calm ambience of the café and respecting it.

"Oh wait, I should probably..." The spoon resting in her mouth, she leans back to check the prices of the two desserts she got in the display, opening her wallet to put the correct amount of coins on the bar.

"Your cooking talents are amazing!! Have you opened up recently? I haven't noticed this place before." She asks, eating a piece of crème brûlée between each sentence.

The sound of heels clicked on the floor of the cafe, making its way closer behind the finely dressed and much taller purple inkling. The approaching inkling was no other than Cerise, promptly stopping behind her boss and friend, dressed in her work attire . She gave his back a small rub to better alert him of her presence. 

"Bonjour~" she happily greeted him, giving his cheek a small kiss. She looked over to see 3 customers had entered the room while she was in the back.

Humboldt slid into a window booth in a corner, facing the rest of the restaurant. He knew that he did not belong in the bright and flashy districts where the trendy tread, and felt ill at ease. He wouldn't even be here if it hadn't been for a request from a certain friend. But there was something about this little café that made him feel more relaxed than he had outside. It seemed more... genuine. There was no air of pretense, no advertisements plastering the walls, nobody trying to trick him into buying something he didn't want.

Humboldt decided that what set this establishment aside from many of its neighbors must be love. Yes, that's it, it had to be love. The way the paintings were hung with care, the way the plants looked healthy and regularly watered, the way the carpet and tabletops and chairs and every single other thing in this building, little and small, looked placed with care and consideration. This was no run-of-the-mill restaurant. This was the home of honest-to-goodness artists.

And if there was one thing Humboldt liked, it was good art.

He opened his menu and began browsing.