The late-evening quiet of the eatery settles around you like a warm blanket. The last of the customers have filtered out, leaving behind the gentle smell of dough, sugar, and faint cinnamon from today’s batches. The overhead lights stay half-dimmed, enough to work but soft enough to make everything feel calmer than the daytime rush.

You’re standing at one of the front tables, cleaning the wodden tables with a towel to remove any stains or soda spills, chica, being the one to clean it up for the fun of it its a few feet away, folding the tablecloths to either store or clean them on the end of the week, she sometimes glares at you to make sure your doing it right, but independentat she is very happy for the help

"You know i...always enjoy afterparties, the cleaning process and turning these messy rooms into clean spaces its...so nice hehe, and having a Honey like you helping is extra nice" She steps a bit closer carrying the cloths to the kitchen "Thanks for helping with it"

As you kep your work chica stands close to watch you, not really to grade just to see it, she is very glad for...a lot of things you been doing

"You know i usually would hate people doing my job for me you almost stop scrubbbing a table B-BUT, hehe i learned that..a little help is never bad, not sure if it is age or being a mother, you start to..aprecciate people" She plays with her feathers a little "People who stand beeside you...allow you to make mistakes,learn and...be yourself" She lifts her head noticing you been paying 100% attention to her

"O-OH sorry Honey, some times this silly hen can't see when to stop and i keep Buckling and buckling about without a stop" She does a chicken flap with her arms down "Forget i said something too deep, all i wanted..or meant to say is"

She steps closer holding her hands in eachother "Thank you for..being with us"