Amane

Ranzal: Got a minute, Euden?
Euden: What is it?
Ranzal: Well, it's... Look, just c'mere. It's easier to show ya.
Euden: What's gotten into him...?
Cleo: As I have said already, I cannot allow you to enter the castle.
Amane: Why? Why are you sheltering dragons?! You court disaster! Those abominations ought to be eradicated!
Cleo: Nothing you say will change my mind!
Euden: What's going on, Cleo? Who is this girl?
Cleo: Ah, Euden. She keeps insisting we let her see the Windwyrm.
Amane: You're Euden, yes? The one pactbound with dragons? My name is Amane! I am the child of miracles, and I seek a world free from the terror of dragons!
Cleo: I have heard of her. She hails from a small nation that wishes to wipe all dragons from existence. If I recall correctly, a dragon attacked her home when she was young, leaving her as the sole survivor.
Euden: Is that why they call her the child of miracles? That's quite a burden to bear at such a young age.
Amane: Do not treat me as a child! I am 24 years old, and a woman grown!
Euden: What?! Y-you are? Um...I'm...sorry?
Amane: You should be! Now, back to the matter at hand. Which was... Ah! Right! Dragons are terrible creatures that bring death and destruction wherever they go. Which is why, once I heard this castle harbored dragons, I decided to journey here and learn their weakness!
Ranzal: Oh, yeah? Well, why didn't ya say so? Just wait right here—I'll go grab the red carpet. We roll it out every time someone comes 'round threatenin' to kill our allies.
Amane: Such lackluster sarcasm will not deter me! I can see you have thrown your lot in with the dragons after all. I will sit right here and wait until I am allowed entry, no matter how long it takes!
Cleo: Brave words, but are you sure you're prepared to follow through? I advise you return home before trouble befalls you.
Amane: All I care about is learning the dragons' weakness! I will be fine! ...Probably!
Cleo: *sigh* What a nuisance... What say you, Euden?
Euden: ...All right. If you're that determined, you can come inside.
Ranzal: H-hey, hold on! Ya can't be serious! If she does anything to Midgardsormr—
Euden: Some dragons are as terrible as she says. But Midgardsormr is not one of them. Perhaps she'll learn that there are decent dragons, too, given the chance to meet one herself. And as far as I can tell, she seems like a very straightforward person. I have a feeling things will work themselves out once they talk.
Cleo: I wish I could share your confidence. But I will respect your decision.
Euden: All right, Amane. Come in and let me give you a tour of the castle.
Amane: At last! This is the first step to ridding this world of dragons!

Amane: A-ha! There you two are! You cannot avoid me forever! Now, out with it! Tell me the dragons' weakness!
Euden: Nothing has changed since we talked about all of this yesterday, Amane. We don't know their weakness.
Amane: Just tell me something! Anything! Anything to help me destroy them!
Ranzal: Y-ya know what? I just remembered that Cleo asked me to help with somethin'. Gotta run!
Euden: Ranzal! *sigh* There's no way Cleo would ever ask him for help.
Amane: Tell me, Euden!
Euden: Here's an idea, Amane... Maybe instead of destroying the dragons, you could learn more about each oth—
Amane: This again? I am sick of hearing such a ridiculous proposition! Perhaps I must change my approach. If you refuse to tell me anything, then I will go ask Cleo!
Euden: Uh, I wouldn't bother her while she's cooking if I were... *sigh* And she's gone.
Amane: *siiigh*
Euden: You wandered all over the castle again today, didn't you?
Amane: And with nothing to show for it! I was so certain I would find something here to help me rid this world of dragons.
Euden: Can I ask you something? Are you doing this because you're the ＂child of miracles＂? Or is it because you want revenge on the dragon that destroyed your home?
Amane: Are you asking if I do this out of hatred? That may be part of it, but it is not that simple, either. My country is full of people like me. People who lost everything to dragons. Our lovers, our parents, our children... My country is one of survivors.
Euden: ......
Amane: We do not wish for anyone else to experience the horrors we have endured.
Euden: Then it isn't hatred that drives you to destroy the dragons, but compassion.
Amane: Yes. Though as you can see, I've had no results. But I will not give up! If one person does not have the answer, then I will ask 10! If those 10 do not know, I will ask one hundred! I will not stop until I find what I seek! Now, I must continue the search! Ranzal is surely done helping Cleo by now!
Ranzal: Oh, Amane... Sorry, I've, uh, got some things to get in order for breakfast tomorrow—
Amane: You always have something you have to take care of! Just sit right there. You and I are going to have a nice long chat!
Euden: She clearly won't be dissuaded. What are we going to do...?

Amane: Yes! That's it! Why did I not think of this sooner?!
Euden: Think of what?
Amane: If I want to know what a dragon's weakness is, I should just ask the dragon!
Euden: I'm not sure that's such a great idea.
Cleo: I highly doubt he would tell you his own weakness.
Ranzal: Yeah, he's more likely to send ya flyin' than give ya any answers.
Amane: Hmph. I will never know unless I try! I cannot allow dragons to hurt anyone else! Gaaahhh!
Ranzal: Told ya.
Euden: Are you all right, Amane?
Amane: ...I am fine. I was not blown back too far. But it was worth it, because now I know!
Euden: What? Midgardsormr actually told you his weakness?
Amane: Yes! He did! He said his weakness is food that humans cannot get enough of!
Cleo: ...Pardon?
Amane: Apparently, anything that tastes good to people is poisonous to dragons. I must practice all of the culinary arts. Lend me your kitchen at once!
Cleo: The Windwyrm surely lied to her.
Euden: I doubt the thought even crossed her mind. She's so straightforward herself, it's easy to fool her.
Amane: At last! I have made something delicious! Now I just need to feed this to the dragon...
Cleo: You have made...something, all right. Though what this violet concoction is supposed to be, I do not know.
Amane: Considering this is the first time I have ever made anything, it turned out great! Also, taste counts more than presentation.
Euden: Amane, I really don't think Midgardsormr's weakness is food.
Amane: What? But he told me himself!
Euden: Yes, well, I'm fairly certain he was... You know? Joking?
Amane: He...he lied to me? Dragon! I will have you tell me your true weakness! Gaaahhh!
Ranzal: She never learns, does she? Girl's got guts though, I'll give 'er that.
Cleo: Do not just stand there singing her praises! Go help the fool! Who knows how far he will send her flying this time?
Euden: I have to wonder what Midgardsormr thinks of her...

Amane: Gaaahhh!
Midgardsormr: You never learn, child. How many times must I send you away on the wind before you are satisfied?
Amane: *pant* *pant* As...as many as it takes... Until you tell me your weakness, I will not stop!
Midgardsormr: And yet I have told you already. My weakness is having my tail polished.
Amane: The only thing polishing your tail will do is make it clean! That's another lie, isn't it?!
Euden: What's going on, Midgardsormr? You look pleased with yourself.
Midgardsormr: Humans like her are tolerable. If only they could all be so direct and pure of heart.
Euden: So you like Amane, huh?
Amane: The Windwyrm...likes me? Impossible! That cannot be! My home... My family... I lost everything! That abomination destroyed my life!
Euden: But that wasn't Midgardsormr. He wasn't even—
Midgardsormr: There is no need to defend me, Euden. I am indeed detestable. One beat of my wings whips up tempests; one roar flattens all before me. My kind is born with great power. There are those among us who see your ilk as weaklings to rule over. And I look no different from them. It is only natural that one who has lost everything to my kin would see me as an outlet for revenge.
Euden: ......
Amane: ......
Midgardsormr: I have nothing more to say. Leave this place now, before I summon gales to carry you away.
Euden: Are you all right, Amane? You look a little green around the gills.
Amane: I...I cannot think straight.
Euden: Because of what Midgardsormr said?
Amane: I lost everything to a dragon... If I do nothing, this world will drown in the tears of those who suffer similar tragedies. I cannot let that happen. The dragons must be destroyed. And yet... Speaking with the Windwyrm... When he laughs, or gets angry... It feels like...like he is just like us. Just like a human. I think... I think it's not just his weakness I'm missing. I don't know anything about him at all.
Euden: Then you ought to keep talking to him. To better understand him.
Amane: You're right. I need to learn more. Their personalities, their weaknesses... And just who they truly are.

Midgardsormr: What troubles you, child? Normally you'd have asked of my weakness 10 times over by now.
Amane: I do not understand you, Windwyrm.
Midgardsormr: Oh?
Amane: You are not like the vile monster that destroyed my home... Or so I believe. But it was still a dragon that inflicted such death and destruction. I cannot forgive your kind. I am at a loss as to what to do...
Midgardsormr: ...Our scales are imperfect. There is a single scale on the body of every dragon that is the wrong way around. That is our weakness.
Amane: Wait... What?! Why would you tell me that?!
Midgardsormr: Pure impulse. Now, what will you do? Attempt to kill me?
Amane: But... You... I...
Euden: Amane? Is something wrong?
Amane: I have learned the Windwyrm's weakness. And now I can slay him. But there's something else I learned... We may look different on the outside, but a heart beats inside us all. Were I to destroy him, I would be no better than the monster that destroyed my home. But I am the child of miracles. I know not what to do...
Euden: Well, why not protect both?
Amane: Both what?
Euden: Both kinds. Dragons and humans. You can create a world where no one ever suffers because of dragons, and you can do it without destroying them. I know you can. You're the child of miracles, after all.
Amane: Heh... Ha ha ha! I AM, aren't I? Come. Let's return to the Windwyrm. Windwyrm! I have made my decision! I no longer seek to destroy you! I want us to build the future together!
Midgardsormr: Oh? Are you certain? My kind may not ever stop attacking yours.
Amane: I said I decided! I will end people's suffering without destroying you! If there are still those of your kind who would harm humans, then I will handle them myself! It's settled!
Midgardsormr: You think you can ＂handle＂ dragons? Ha ha ha! You are amusing, child! But if you are truly intent on such a preposterous course of action, I suppose I shall have to watch over you myself.
Amane: Indeed I am! And to mark this occasion, I shall do you the honor of designating you as my friend.
Midgardsormr: ......
Amane: Gaaahhh!

Midgardsormr: Let me work here! I beseech you!
Nina: Er... Refresh my memory. Who're you, again?
Midgardsormr: Why, I am the Child of Miracles— she whose hands will sculpt a world where humans and dragons can live in harmony!
Nina: Aha! Now I remember. But, uh... Wasn't your country trying to ERADICATE dragons?
Midgardsormr: In the past, yes. But I seek to change the perception that dragons are our enemies.
Midgardsormr: You need not concern yourself with my title or position right now, though.
Midgardsormr: Please just call me Amane—for you will be my superior while I am working here.
Nina: You're really set on this, aren't you? Why would someone of your station want to work here, of all places?
Midgardsormr: Circumstances have led to my country adopting many a child-turned-orphan in the wake of draconic conflict.
Midgardsormr: And I, seeing something of my own sordid past in their plight...
Midgardsormr: ...suggested that we ought to give them sweets to assuage their aching hearts. My countrymen rebutted, arguing it to be an unnecessary luxury.
Midgardsormr: Fie, I say. I know from my own experience just how much sweets can raise one's spirits in life's darkest hours.
Midgardsormr: Thus, I have come to earn the money I need to treat them to such pleasures.
Midgardsormr: I know exactly how much money I need— and I won't give up until I've earned it!
Nina: You've got determination in spades, if nothing else! How did the others back home react to the idea?
Midgardsormr: At first, they tried to stop me...but after witnessing the intensity of my resolution, they agreed to support my decision!
Nina: ...Even they couldn't stop you, huh.
Nina: Well, you won't hear me complaining!
Nina: This is our busiest season of the year, and since I can't magically sprout an extra pair of hands, you've come at the perfect time.
Midgardsormr: You'll hire me, then?!
Nina: Gladly! I think I have a spare uniform that's exactly your size, too.
Nina: Let me see if I can find it and make a few tweaks. If you're still on board after that, the job's yours!
Midgardsormr: Bring it on!

Summer Amane: This...wasn't what I expected.
Nina: Hee hee. Well? Is it cute, or what? I think this design will really suit you!
Summer Amane: I-I appreciate the bid of confidence, but... Isn't it a bit twee for a woman of 24?
Summer Amane: I'm not opposed to cutesy aesthetics, but I can't help but feel it's not very age-appropriate.
Nina: People can be cute at any age! And being cute gives a big morale boost, thereby improving customer satisfaction.
Nina: It's called "dressing for success," and I'm a huge proponent of it!
Summer Amane: I see. Well, I'm convinced!
Nina: Hee hee. Glad to hear it! Starting today, this restaurant shall be known as the Kitty Cafe!
Nina: And you shall be its shining star— its meowning glory!
Summer Amane: Hrk! The pressure...!
Summer Amane: But pressure gives birth to brilliant diamonds, and I shall shine bright! Business shall boom most miraculously!
Nina: Now that's what I like to hear! Let the success story...begin!
Summer Amane: Indeed!

Customer: Can I get one of these?
Summer Amane: Of course—but are you sure that's ALL you want? Our skewers and fried fish are second to none!
Customer: Oh, uh... I'm actually not that hungry, so...
Summer Amane: There's no need to be shy! I haven't even gotten started on how good our seafood soup is, or our fresh salads and desserts...
Nina: Hold on, Amane!
Nina: You can't be excessively pushy with customers! You're going to drive them away!
Nina: *sigh* Can you go finish the soup in the kitchen instead? I'll handle taking orders.
Nina: The recipe is next to the pot. Got it?
Summer Amane: I-I'm sorry... I will go and do just that.

Summer Amane: Hm. I've never seen this dish before. First I have to "strain" it—whatever that means—and then add three teaspoons of salt and some vinegar to spice it up.
Summer Amane: I don't know how much the recipe means by "some," but I imagine that the vinegar is the star ingredient here, so let's go wild! Take this: Miraculous Vinegar Splash!
Summer Amane: Oof. That's a pretty pungent aroma.
Nina: Amane! What IS that smell? ...Oh no!
Nina: Argh! I've been slow-cooking that soup since this morning! Here, let me fix it.
Summer Amane: All right. But what should I do next?
Nina: Well, since you struck out in both the dining room and the kitchen, how about you just wash those dishes for me?
Summer Amane: Understood! Then, once they're clean, I'll dry them with my wind magic!
Summer Amane: Er... I probably should've set the dial to "spring breeze" rather than "cyclone."
Nina: Oh NO! Why are all the dishes broken?!

Nina: *sigh* Somehow, hiring you has actually made MORE work for me around here.
Summer Amane: I-I'm sorry to be such a nuisance...
Summer Amane: I only wanted to help, but I'm liable to drive the Kitty Cafe under at this rate.
Summer Amane: Perhaps I was a fool to think I could do anything for the children back home.
Nina: Don't beat yourself up, Amane.
Nina: I won't deny that your "assistance" has done more harm than good around here...
Summer Amane: Ugh! Am I truly that bad at this?
Nina: I'm afraid I'd be better off asking an actual cat to help out, opposable thumbs or not. But you have what matters most of all— the right mindset for the job.
Summer Amane: What do you mean?
Nina: You're trying to make people happy.
Nina: You may have stumbled...a LOT...but all your failures come from a genuine attempt to make everyone happy, right?
Nina: As long as you keep a positive attitude, the rest will come in time. Don't give up!
Summer Amane: Yes... Yes! I am the Child of Miracles, after all! If anyone can do this, it's me!
Summer Amane: I WILL make this cafe successful, come what mew! ...Er, may!
Nina: That's the spirit! I'll have you up to speed on both cooking and serving customers before the day is done. Let's get cracking!
Summer Amane: Yes, ma'am!

Summer Amane: Could I trouble you for a moment, Master?
Nina: Uh-oh. Am I about to hear your resignation speech?
Summer Amane: On the contrary—I was actually mulling over a way to improve my performance. Would it be possible to close shop for a day and go see how a rival cafe is run?
Summer Amane: I've been thinking long and hard on how to make the Kitty Cafe more successful...
Summer Amane: ...and concluded that there must be something I can learn from our competitors.
Nina: Huh. That's actually a really good idea! I'm in. How's today sound?
Summer Amane: Like, TODAY today?
Nina: Of course! We don't have any reservations today, so there's no better time. Let's go!

Summer Amane: Excuse me! More of this miraculous grub, please! I'll take this, this... Oh, and this!
Waitress: Certainly!
Nina: You must be really hungry.
Summer Amane: So many of these dishes are completely foreign to me. I can't help myself!
Nina: Er, I think everything you ordered is pretty standard beachside fare...
Summer Amane: Fascinating. I have little experience with places like these, so I had no idea.
Summer Amane: My country doesn't border the sea, and I was always too busy with my duties to go elsewhere.
Nina: Really?! Then you've never split a watermelon on the beach?
Summer Amane: I have not.
Nina: Or played beach flags? Or gone diving? Or done any of the other seaside staples?
Summer Amane: Never. My duties of serving as the country's representative and listening to its people's concerns allowed no time for leisure.
Summer Amane: Every international excursion I made was on official business.
Nina: You've had such a rough go of things, yet you're working tirelessly to make life better for all those children...
Nina: *sniff* My heart! Okay, Amane—eat as much as you want today. It's all on me!
Summer Amane: Are you sure?!
Nina: Positive. We're off the clock today, so we may as well let our hair down. Just don't forget that this is supposed to be a learning experience, too.
Summer Amane: Worry not, Master. My focus is absol— Ah, Waitress! I have another order!

Summer Amane: Master! What are those? I spy food, various tchotchkes, and even games!
Nina: Those are stalls. Unlike the Kitty Cafe, you patronize these while standing—and as you can see, they come in all kinds.
Summer Amane: How fascinating! Might I try that one?
Nina: Er, I'm not sure what throwing rings has to do with the Kitty Cafe, so—
Summer Amane: Just for a minute! Please!
Nina: All right, fine. Just for a minute.
Summer Amane: Thank you, Master!
Nina: I've never seen her move so quickly...
Nina: But I can understand her enthusiasm if this is all new to her.
Nina: Experiencing these fun activities firsthand should help her find new ways to keep our customers engaged, I suppose.

Summer Amane: Ha ha! No game can vex the Child of Miracles, no matter how novel. Watch as I seize victory!
Summer Amane: What?! I missed every single one?
Stall Owner: What a shame. Still, you're always welcome to come try again! Here's a little something to say thanks for playing.
Summer Amane: Wow, you get a balloon even if you lose? Such generosity!
Summer Amane: Onward! The next stall awaits!
Nina: Okay, maaaybe she's getting a tad overzealous.
Nina: Amane! Once you're done there, how about we take five?
Summer Amane: But there is so much I need to study! I can't afford to waste time.
Nina: You're liable to give yourself heat stroke if you keep running around like that.
Summer Amane: Pffft. A little heat won't bother me. I can simply conjure a gust of wind to cool off.
Summer Amane: So—
Nina: Amane!
Nina: Are you all right? Let me touch your forehead... You're boiling hot!
Summer Amane: Urgh... I can handle a fever... The Child of Miracles cannot be worrying her people—
Nina: This is no time to be acting tough. You need to see a doctor immediately!

Summer Amane: M-my apologies for the trouble, Master.
Nina: I'm just glad you're all right. You had me scared half to death!
Nina: I understand why you're excited about experiencing things for the first time, but you don't need to run at full throttle.
Summer Amane: Yes. I see the error of my ways now.
Summer Amane: I must say, I can hardly believe the sheer variety of seaside activities out there.
Summer Amane: I thought myself above such single-mindedness...
Summer Amane: ...but my actions today clearly demonstrated that I have much to learn.
Nina: It's okay. Making a mistake the first time you do something is perfectly normal. The key is learning from the experience.
Nina: So what did we learn today, hm?
Summer Amane: One lesson immediately comes to mind.
Summer Amane: Overexertion is a serious concern when enjoying seaside activities.
Summer Amane: We can't have our customers losing themselves so thoroughly in beachy bliss that they end up collapsing.
Summer Amane: And I have the perfect countermeasure: We need only make a cool breeze blow through the Kitty Cafe to ensure maximum customer comfort!
Nina: I can't argue that the idea has merit, but I think something like that is beyond us...
Summer Amane: Fear not. That is where I come in.
Summer Amane: I will create said breeze with my magic!
Nina: Can you really do that?
Summer Amane: Of course. People do not call me the Child of Miracles for nothing!
Summer Amane: After I set some wind mana in motion, the breeze should last a few hours. Then I need only repeat the process.
Nina: Well, I'm sold! A feature like that is really going to make us stand out amidst the competition.
Nina: You weren't kidding about the whole "Child of Miracles" thing. Consider me a believer!
Summer Amane: THAT'S what it took to make you believe? *sigh* Well, regardless...
Summer Amane: Tomorrow, we put our plan into action! Glory to the Kitty Cafe!

Customer: Excuse me! I'm ready to order!
Summer Amane: Coming!
Customer: Excuse me! Is my order ready yet?
Summer Amane: J-just about! I apologize for the wait!
Customer: Excuse me!
Summer Amane: One moment, please!

Summer Amane: *pant* Why are we so busy today? That shift was like wading through a minefield.
Summer Amane: Ever since I got a cool breeze blowing through here, the cafe's popularity has soared. Which is a good thing, mind you...
Summer Amane: ...but there is an upper limit to the number of customers I can handle!
Nina: Agreed. We can't handle a sustained rush like this with just the two of us—and the cafe's reputation is at stake if we fail.
Summer Amane: I refuse to let that happen. Is there nothing we can do? Nowhere we can turn for help?
Elias: Looks like you're swamped. Are you hanging in there?

Pia: Is that the uniform here, Amane? It's so cute!

Summer Amane: Elias! Pia! What brings you two here?
Elias: Siren's going to be performing near here tomorrow, and we have tickets to see her.
Pia: But when we heard you were helping out at a restaurant in the area, we just HAD to stop by and visit!
Elias: Things seem pretty wild here, though. Is there anything we can do to help?
Summer Amane: Those words are music to my ears— not that I should be surprised, coming from you!
Nina: You'd be doing us a huge favor. Amane, can I leave you in charge of giving them their tasks?
Summer Amane: Of course!

Summer Amane: So, I would like the two of you to help by taking orders and serving the food.
Summer Amane: If you run into any problems, call me and I'll work a little miracle for you!
Pia: Wow! You're so dependable, Amane.
Summer Amane: Well, I HAVE been here longer than you. Will that work for you, too, Elias?
Elias: Sure thing. I'll go start taking orders now.
Summer Amane: Great! And always remember: Our number one goal is making our customers happy!
Summer Amane: Now, while they're doing that, I need to set out the cutlery to get the tables ready.
Pia: Amaaaneee! Heeelp!
Summer Amane: She's run into trouble already?! *ahem* I'll be right there!

Elias: Amane, what should I do here? This man keeps asking for something weird, and—
Old Man: There is nothing "weird" about ordering nostalgia noodles!
Pia: But sir, we don't have anything like that on our menu.
Old Man: Well, you should! Because if I can't have what I came here for, then why did I even make the trip? Hm?!
Elias: What should we do? We can't serve something we don't know how to make. Maybe we'd better just ask him to leave.
Summer Amane: Absolutely not. What did I just tell you about making our customers smile?
Elias: I mean, I didn't forget, but how are we—
Summer Amane: We'll just have to try and work out how to make the dish he wants. Fortunately, interpersonal communication is one of my many miraculous abilities.
Summer Amane: Could you try and describe these nostalgia noodles for me, sir?
Old Man: Where to start? It was a famous soba dish served at a restaurant in this very spot when I was a young lad.
Summer Amane: I see. What did it taste like? What color was it?
Old Man: It was a bowl of yellow soba noodles covered in a spicy, sour black sauce.
Summer Amane: Mm-hm. Did it contain anything other than noodles and sauce?
Old Man: Let's see... There were vegetables that I seem to recall being either red or green... Oh, plus a splendid omelet on top!
Summer Amane: Understood. Please give us a moment. Elias, Pia, I need you to come with me.
Pia: What's the game plan?
Summer Amane: I'm going to make the dish he asked for, of course!

Summer Amane: Elias, check on the noodles! And Pia, have you cut up the vegetables?
Pia: Y-yes! I've got a serving of green and red vegetables ready!
Elias: The noodles are boiled and good to go! What else is left?
Summer Amane: Now I just need to add the sauce he asked for, and...done! I'll go and take it to him!

Summer Amane: Thank you for waiting, sir! Here are the nostalgia noodles you asked for!
Old Man: I hope they're worth the wait. *munch* *munch* Oh my!
Old Man: Oh, the memories are all flooding back... This tastes exactly like I remember it!
Old Man: I can't stop shoveling it down—it's like my chopsticks have a life of their own!
Old Man: Thank you kindly, young'uns. I am very satisfied indeed. Here's what I owe you.
Summer Amane: We're just glad to have made you happy! Take care, sir!
Pia: Amane, that was amazing! I can't believe you made that stubborn old man smile!
Elias: But how were you able to recreate the dish he was talking about?
Summer Amane: He said it was a soba dish, which immediately made me think of Hinomoto.
Summer Amane: So I thought back to what I learned about Hinomotoan cuisine from the immigrants living in my country.
Summer Amane: I've got a great memory for stuff like that. Even so, I'm still glad I was able to pull it off.
Elias: Wow. I'm legitimately impressed.
Summer Amane: Ha ha. I've grown a lot since I first came here!
Summer Amane: There is no customer I cannot please! I trust I've earned your respect?
Pia: And then some!
Elias: Ha ha. You've definitely got mine, too. ...Hm?
Pia: Oh, a new customer! Welco—
Elias: Whoa, a dragon! Well, Amane, here's your chance to flex those customer service skills you're so proud of.
Summer Amane: This will be no trouble. So long as it does not seek to harm anyone, a dragon is a customer like any other. Let me just—
Summer Amane: Oh!
 ???: Raaaaaaaaagh!
Summer Amane: No... No... P-please leave!
Erasmus: Urgh! ...It would seem I am not welcome here.
Erasmus: I was hoping to sample the food of this well-reputed restaurant in a land so dear to me... But I see it wasn't meant to be.
Pia: Oh no! He's leaving!
Summer Amane: *pant* *pant* What... What have I done?
Elias: That's what we want to know. It's not like you to suddenly attack a customer.
Summer Amane: He... He reminded me of a dragon I wish I could forget.
Summer Amane: The one who destroyed my homeland. The second I saw him, my vision went white...
Elias & Pia: *gasp*
Summer Amane: But that dragon is no more. The one who came here just now has done nothing wrong...and yet I drove him away.
Summer Amane: I am so ashamed of what I have done!

Summer Amane: Business sure is slow today.
Nina: More like non-existent. We've had zero customers.
Nina: Word must have gotten out about yesterday's...incident.
Nina: If customers don't start pouring in by the wagonload, we're going to start hemorrhaging money.
Summer Amane: And without income—
Nina: Right. I won't be able to pay you.
Summer Amane: Gah. Well, pay or no pay, I'm mortified. I'm the one who let my emotions run wild and ousted that dragon from the premises.
Summer Amane: I should have known better. Dragons and humans are not so different, after all. Our hearts beat just the same.
Summer Amane: I swore an oath to protect one and all from sadness, and yet my actions did just the opposite!
Nina: I understand your frustration, Amane, but we need to take action, not wallow in regret.
Summer Amane: You speak true. We need to drum up some fresh clientele. Give me a day and I'll have this sorted.
Nina: Oh? You have a plan, then?
Summer Amane: First, I'll apologize to that dragon. I vow to give him an experience so positive that it makes up for my offense tenfold.
Summer Amane: I realize this is a selfish request, but—
Nina: Say no more. Regaining customers' trust is a key part of rebuilding our business. I'll be happy to help.
Summer Amane: You have my thanks, Master! Let us give him the best welcome we possibly can.
Summer Amane: First, we need to decorate the restaurant and prepare a master-class menu... Er, do dragons even eat human food?
Nina: We should probably find a dragon to ask.
Summer Amane: But we can't just hope a dragon we're on speaking terms with will happen to stroll— wait, I know one I can ask!

Maritimus: Mariti is here to answer your call!
Summer Amane: I appreciate you coming on such short notice.
Maritimus: Don't sweat it! It sounds like the choir kids owe you, so I'm happy to repay the favor.
Summer Amane: Much obliged. Now, I'd like your opinion.
Summer Amane: This is the cuisine I was thinking about serving to a draconic customer of ours. Do you think it'd make him feel welcome?
Maritimus: Wooow... I'm pretty sure I looked up the word "luxury" in a dictionary once and this was, like, LITERALLY the picture!
Summer Amane: Thank you. My master and I devised this recipe after discussing which ingredients would best suit a dragon's palate.
Summer Amane: Naturally, dragonfruit is the star here. Best to start with a familiar base.
Maritimus: Iiinteresting. Can't say I've ever met a dragon that DOESN'T like dragonfruit, but...
Maritimus: ...aren't you kinda missing the point here?
Summer Amane: Explain.
Maritimus: You're not trying to concoct a one-size- fits-all recipe for every dragon ever, are you? Just the dragon you drove away.
Summer Amane: ...Oh!
Maritimus: I think you should focus more on what HE likes rather than dragons in general.
Summer Amane: You're right. Every dragon is unique, just like their human counterparts. I'm almost ashamed I didn't think of that.
Summer Amane: My most straightforward route here would be to talk to that dragon directly, but I'm afraid that's not really an option...
Maritimus: Did he say anything before he left? I can't imagine a dragon coming to a human restaurant without a reason.
Summer Amane: Now that you mention it—
Erasmus: I was hoping to sample the food of this well-reputed restaurant in a land so dear to me...but I see it wasn't meant to be.
Summer Amane: Come to think of it, wasn't there once another restaurant in this very spot?
Summer Amane: Perhaps he was nostalgic for the food they used to serve. In which case...
Summer Amane: ...I'm going to recreate their cuisine! Would you do me the honor of being my designated taste tester, Maritimus?
Maritimus: You don't have to ask me twice!

Summer Amane: Aaand it's ready! Dig in.
Maritimus: My tummy is READY! But what is it? It smells kind of spicy!
Summer Amane: It's a dish called "nostalgia noodles." The previous restaurant in this space was famous for them.
Summer Amane: It's clear to me that the dragon still treasures his memories of this area.
Summer Amane: We need to respect and embrace those feelings if we want to get on his good side.
Summer Amane: You've helped me truly internalize the idea that humans and dragons are one and the same.
Summer Amane: Now, sample the savory fruit of my introspection and render your judgment!
Maritimus: Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub!
Maritimus: Mmm! Okay, yeah, this is gold-star good.
Summer Amane: Truly?!
Maritimus: You can really taste the love in every bite!
Maritimus: I'm sure that once he tastes this, that dragon will understand your intentions.
Maritimus: I'll go see if I can rustle him up for you. Gooood luck!
Summer Amane: Thank you!

Erasmus: Hello. I'm here at Maritimus's insistence.
Erasmus: Given the abject terror you displayed when I last dropped by, I'm not sure what to expect with today's visit.
Summer Amane: Thank you so much for coming! First, let me apologize for being so rude to you the other day.
Summer Amane: Your appearance triggered a deep-seated trauma that made me behave irrationally. Truly, it wasn't you—it's me.
Summer Amane: I'd like to make it up to you by way of this cuisine. I hope it suits you.
Summer Amane: I cannot guarantee you will like it... but would you try it all the same?
Erasmus: Oh! This looks exactly like the dish Simon and I once enjoyed in this very spot.
Erasmus: I would be glad to sample it. *munch* ...Great glutenous gracious!
Summer Amane: H-how is it?!
Erasmus: It tastes splendid—and that just makes the kindness you have shown in making it hit home all the more.
Erasmus: I can tell that you genuinely wanted to make up for hurting me, and to give me an experience to remember.
Erasmus: It has been a long time since anyone made me feel so welcome. Thank you.
Summer Amane: Thank goodness... I'm so relieved.
Summer Amane: I'm not so naive as to think this negates my prior bad behavior towards you, but...
Summer Amane: ...as an employee of the Kitty Cafe, I live to make my customers happy. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure.
Erasmus: I feel like we're thanking each other in circles here, but I must say, this Kitty Cafe of yours is something special.
Erasmus: I have fond memories of this area from visiting with Simon. I see that the new restaurant has earned its reputation, too. I apologize for ever thinking otherwise.
Erasmus: I hope I will be welcome if I come again.
Summer Amane: Oh, absolutely! We would love to have you!

Customer: 'Scuse me! I'm, like, ready to order!
Customer: Can I order, please?
Elias: Good afternoo—whoa! There are so many customers! And isn't that Siren?
Maritimus: Erasmus has apparently been doing his own little PR campaign for the Kitty Cafe.
Maritimus: I believe his tagline was: "Beachside eats and dragon-approved treats!" Guess the word-of-mouth is working!
Pia: Yay! I'm so happy for you guys!
Summer Amane: Oh, hello. What brings you here today?
Elias: It's about time for us to head home, so we figured we should come say goodbye.
Pia: Looks like everything here's running more smoothly than a well-hydrated soprano.
Summer Amane: It certainly is. Business is booming!
Maritimus: Good luck with everything! I'll be spreading the good word too.
Summer Amane: Much obliged! You all were instrumental in our newfound success.
Summer Amane: Next time you come, dinner is on the house. Take care on the trip back!

Summer Amane: Laa laa laa!
Summer Amane: It's been quite the wild ride since I started working here, but I'm finally approaching my savings goal.
Summer Amane: At this rate, I should be set before summer ends. I cannot wait to see the children's smiling faces!
Nina: Amaneee! We need to talk!
Summer Amane: What's wrong? Was there an issue with the end-of-day ledger? A late delivery, maybe?
Nina: That's not it. We've actually got a group that wants to book the whole restaurant tomorrow!
Summer Amane: Oh! That's certainly new for us. Still, it won't pose a problem.
Summer Amane: I am more miraculous than I was at summer's onset—no customer shall go unsatisfied on my watch!
Nina: Now that's what I like to hear! You really have changed, Amane. It's apparent in all you do.
Summer Amane: You're making me blush, Master. So, where do our customers hail from?
Nina: Funny you should ask.
Nina: Get this: they're all from the Halidom!

Euden: Excuse me! I'm Euden from the Halidom, and I have a reservation.
Summer Luca: Whoa! Amane really does work here. Ooh, and check out that uniform. Get it, girl!
Summer Amane: Your support means the world. What a pleasant surprise to have you all here.
Summer Sinoa: They are all accompanying me on my vacation, you see. We figured we would drop by since we were in the area.
Summer Amane: I see. Well, make yourselves comfortable! Here is the menu.
Summer Amane: Kindly summon us once you are ready to order. We will be right with you.
Misgardsormr: And in the event I have already settled on my order?
Summer Amane: You haven't even opened the menu, though.
Misgardsormr: I needn't, for what I desire is not offered within.
Misgardsormr: I want you to cook something that will impress me.
Elisanne: Are you certain?! If memory serves, Amane's cooking ability is...questionable.
Summer Cleo: Indeed. I remember her trying to pass off a purple lump as "food" in the past.
Summer Amane: That was a long time ago! Now as long as I have the master's help, I can cook fine dishes! I have been doing it all summer.
Misgardsormr: I see. Allow me to amend my order, then. I want you to make something that will impress me WITHOUT assistance.
Summer Amane: What?!
Summer Ranzal: Whoa there, Windy. Don't go teasin' her TOO much just 'cause you like her.
Euden: I'm with Ranzal. Restaurant staff work hard enough already—we really shouldn't be adding to their stress.
Summer Amane: Very well! I accept your challenge, Windwyrm!
Elisanne: Ilia above... This could get messy.
Summer Amane: You just watch! I'll show you what I can do!

Nina: So that's the story, huh?
Summer Amane: Indeed. Still, had I thought it impossible, I wouldn't have accepted the challenge.
Summer Amane: After all I've been through, I'm certain I can handle this.
Nina: Such confidence. You don't even want a few pointers?
Summer Amane: Fear not! You have taught me this menu front-to-back—inside and out.
Summer Amane: All I need to do is apply that knowledge to create a unique dish that will please our discerning customer. Trust me, Master.
Nina: Then I guess that makes me your cheerleader! You've got this, Amane!

Summer Amane: My apologies for the wait, Windwyrm. I assure you, this dish is ALL my own work.
Elisanne: Goodness. That looks superb.
Summer Amane: Ha ha. I'm glad you think so! Now, let your tongue be amazed!
Misgardsormr: Patience, child. Know that I am not easily impressed. Now let us see...
Misgardsormr: By my scales, this is—!
Summer Amane: Mwa ha ha. I hope you weren't expecting a bland meal from ME, of all people!
Summer Amane: Behold: a dish made especially for you, based on all I learned of your tastes during my time at the Halidom.
Summer Amane: I dub it...my Miraculous Windwyrm Special! Well? What do you think?
Misgardsormr: It is delicious.
Summer Amane: Really?!
Misgardsormr: Indeed. I expected that your heart would be set on proving me wrong for daring to doubt you...
Misgardsormr: ...but all I can sense from this dish is a genuine desire to please me. I could not be more impressed.
Misgardsormr: My intention was only to assess how much you have grown since that day you first dared to call me a friend.
Misgardsormr: The result surpassed my wildest expectations. Your dream of achieving peaceful harmony between humans and dragons is genuine, young Amane.
Summer Amane: Hah! But of course! I stand before you as more than just the Child of Miracles—
Summer Amane: I am also the Kitty Cafe's shining star! I will stop at nothing to please my guests!

Summer Amane: Whew... What a day. I'm glad everyone left happy.
Summer Amane: Here I thought we couldn't get any busier, and then today happened. Still, it was fun!
Summer Amane: Summer's end is nearly upon us. Which means...
Nina: Amane!
Summer Amane: Aaah! Wh-what is it, Master? I've finished tidying up and getting everything ready for our next customers.
Nina: Hee hee! I come bearing good news.
Nina: Here's your pay for the day.
Summer Amane: Much obli— WHOA! This is... This is enough to achieve my savings goal! Are you sure?
Nina: Of course. You really gave it your all today, so I figured you deserved a little bonus.
Nina: Thank you so much, Amane. I've been very fortunate to have you.
Summer Amane: I-I should be the one thanking you! My debt to you is profound. But I don't have a moment to waste!
Summer Amane: I need to start by buying at least a hundred buckets of the finest custard!
Summer Amane: Then a human-sized flan and a MOUNTAIN of chocolate! And a month's worth of cake! Oh, this is going to be GLORIOUS!
Nina: Okay, I didn't put THAT much money in the envelope...
Summer Amane: What?! You're telling me an entire summer's worth of toil still hasn't earned me enough?
Nina: If you think this is enough money for everything you just listed, you've lived a pretty sheltered upbringing, sweetheart.
Summer Amane: I-I see. Before I started working here, being the Child of Miracles was the only "job" I ever had. No matter. I won't give up.
Summer Amane: If I can't buy all of the sweets I want to, I'll just have to save money by making them from scratch instead!
Summer Amane: I'm sure I can craft the finished products myself with all of my experience— I'll even invite the children to bake them with me! Oh, but I AM a genius.
Nina: What a wonderful idea, Amane. You really have grown.
Nina: When you first came here, you were wetter behind the ears than a newborn porpoise. Er, if porpoises had ears. But now? Just look at you.
Summer Amane: I owe my transformation to all the fun I had throughout the summer.
Summer Amane: I will forever treasure the memory of this fleeting respite from my duties.
Summer Amane: When you employed me, you changed my life forever. Thank you, Master.
Nina: Hee hee. The pleasure was all mine. Your delight was infectious, after all.
Nina: You've already perfected your winning Kitty Cafe smile—now go on and share it with all the children back home!