Kotori’s temporary and accidental food stall had whipped up a storm among the sailors. The line steadily seemed to get longer, and she was running out of materials. Namely her flour and green onions.

Kotori had her long blonde hair tied up and was busying cooking as many she could. The small griddle wasn’t equipped to dealing with such a large crown but the sailors seemed to be rather patient. Likely because Amelie was the person who was taking orders and noting them down. Amelie didn’t need to write them down since there was only one dish, but she did have to keep track of the sailors and make sure they got their orders in the order that that came. In the aspect, Amelie was quite good.

Kotori's face was slightly beaded with sweat on account of the heat. But she was grateful for Amelie taking up the “front” of the stall so she didn’t have to interact with the large crowd. Kotori would’ve definitely screwed up if she tried to manage the orders and her anxiety would’ve likely peaked.

If anybody complained Amelie would instantly move them to the bottom of her mental queue and the sailors were quite patient after they realized complaining would make their orders be placed on the bottom

Eventually Fawks came up to her completely skipping the line.

“I heard you made some pretty interesting food.” Fawks said

He seemed to have an intrigued look as he watched the food on Kotori’s griddle.

“You’re using Kraken meat?” Fawks said.

“Mhmm it’s tasty, try some.” Kotori said holding out a plate she had made earlier. The pancake was a little cold and had long gone soft, but it also had a small bit of garlic vinegar sauce poured on it.

Fawks hesitantly took a bite. Kotori could see him tentatively take a few chews.

“This is delicious!” Fawks said.

Kotori rolled her eyes.

[Of course, it is, Does nobody eat tako meat here?]

Fawks stared at the piece of pancake in his fork.

“Could you not look at it like that it’s gross” Kotori said.

“Ah sorry, I was thinking about how profitable it would be to sell this. It contains flour and green onions no? those should be be easy enough to procure, the Kraken meat is another story, the dungeon is pretty far from shore and could be hard to get. Maybe if I sell it as a noble delicacy it might take more hold than being street food?”

Fawks began to mutter as he considered the logistics of selling the pajeon.

[Merchants so annoying] Kotori thought.

Fawks through and through had a merchant’s sensibility. He was always ready to try and make a profit of something.

Kotori ignored him and continued to make more pajeon. Fawks was observing her processing and occasionally taking notes on a small note pad muttering to himself.

“Hmm, maybe a larger griddle. Oil will be a problem, perhaps I set up a supply line for it. The stench could be overwhelming.”

Eventually, Kotori had gotten to the point where she ran out of ingredients which began to cause a ruckus among the sailors.

[I need more, but I don’t know if Fawks will let me get more] Kotori thought. She decided to go with a time-honored tradition among children, puppies, and girlfriends alike.

A strategy known as… Look cute and beg.

“We ran out...” Kotori said looking at Fawks with doe eyes.

Fawks looked at her.

“Bah! Just go get more” He finally said after seeing her expression.

Kotori didn’t wait for Fawks to change his mind and had Amelie go find Doran.

Eventually, Amelie came up holding a bundle of green onions and a sack of flour. It looked quite heavy but Amelie was perfectly able to hold it up. She was half wood elf after all.

Kotori took the bundle and had Umi prepare the ingredients. There seemed to be a cheer among the sailors as Kotori began to make more.

[Is the line getting longer!]

Kotori had come to the conclusion that based on the amount of Pajeon she had made and the amount of people in the line it was getting longer.

Even if some of the people had come back for seconds it still didn’t make sense.

[They’re multiplying!] Kotori panicked.

The line was growing even further, and she saw sailors coming up from below deck to eat.

If she was correct the ship had over 300 or so sailors on board along with another 50 or so guests and travelers.

[Too many!]

Kitsura

Reincarnated into a new world and accidentally becoming a food sensation.