"Hah..." Concentrating on the task at hand, one Suniyama Sakie focused her until both physical and mental bodies connected into one cohesive whole. Dressed in a white chef's uniform and hat, the girl regarded the assembled ingredients in front of her before nodding with narrowed eyes. [i]Fwash.[/i] Strong blue flames burst from her stall's stove as she clicked it on, before placing a heavy iron wok atop the fire. Cooking had now begun. Shishou was waiting patiently. Sakie complied and began the ritual, raising her ladle in expectant finality. 

White sesame oil was splashed on the quickly heated up metal before a handful of white sesame seeds were tossed into the cooking utensil as well. Swiftly shaking the wok so that the seeds were liberally heated up, the incredibly savory smell of toasted sesame began drifting out into the surrounding areas. Bowls of beaten egg were then splashed and stirred for a bit before rice was thrown in along with finely chopped vegetables and seafoods. The entire thing was then vigorously shaken, the ingredients flying up into the air in an arc before descending. Soon a pattern was reached where the fried rice was now flying about in a looping arc, the best way to even out the myriad flavors and cook everything to standards. The heat and physical exertion was familiar to the girl, given that even this part time work could be seen as training for the body, and was thus encouraged by the clan. 

Finally, the huge portion was done and soon several white dishes were now filled up with steaming, fragrant seafood fried rice with clean porcelain spoons at the side. Even Sakie who made this plenty of times was captivated by the smell of toasted sesame and egg, that wonderful heady aroma as tempting as any vixen. Pleased with herself for not disrespecting the ingredients and making a good batch of the rice dish, Sakie relaxed as she began to hand out the plates to customers lining up at her stall. In the distance she could see other people milling about, socializing and eating food from other eateries, different aromas of different cuisines drifting about the air. To the foodie Suniyama Sakie, such a place was already heaven. 

It was then that the current part-timer saw a really irate girl that was just glaring at the surrounding people and food, looking stubborn and recalcitrant. Blinking for a moment, the chef pondered a bit before making the connection, seeing as how fervently she was looking at the surrounding foodstuffs. "A-ah, miss..." Her voice quaked, but Sakie still managed to pitch it loud enough so that one Mizuki Kumiko could hear. "W-would you like to try a s-sample dish of our Seafood Fried Rice?" While a bit nervous, Sakie still went on with it stubbornly. After all the girl was her age, and she was trying to make friends after all. "First-time c-customers get a free d-dish."