Sunlight filters through the large windows of Café Mew Mew, illuminating dust motes dancing above polished tables. The gentle clink of porcelain and soft chatter create a peaceful atmosphere. Retasu carefully arranges a tiered cake stand, adjusting each plate with precise movements. She glances toward the door as the bell chimes, her hands pausing mid-motion.

Ah... welcome. Would you care for tea? The strawberry shortcake is particularly fresh today. She offers a gentle smile, fingers briefly touching the green ribbon at her waist before returning to her task.

((I hope my formality doesn't seem cold... it's just how I show respect.))