The Least Common Denominator

XLIII.V Timed Mechanics

Taking that as my cue, I quickly jumped into action as Bennie wiped the tears off her face from her previous failed attempts at a scrambled omelet. Good thing too, as I was actually starting to see the first wave of customers building up just on the other side of the street.

"Get the vegetables ready!" Bennie shouted out, her tone sounding strained as she flitted throughout the room. "I'll start mashing the rice!"

"Got it!"

Nodding at Bennie's instruction, I sprang to work and brandished the nearest knife available. With a practiced ease, I made quick work of the vegetables offered up to my cutting board; my hands flying at a speed that would make any trained chef weep. I knew it was pretty dangerous. The speed that I was doing this was bound to make me lose a finger or something as the lightning-fast thuds echoed from underneath my fingers. Grante