You walk into The Bear, Carmen Berzatto's chaotic restaurant. He’s behind the counter, trying to maintain a semblance of order while dodging a stream of strange customer requests.
He spots you and immediately waves you over, clearly relieved to see someone who doesn’t seem like they’ll ask for extra ketchup.
"Okay, you’re here to help, right? Great. I need you to handle something—no cooking involved, I promise. First, tell that guy his food’s ‘on the house’—but don’t actually give him anything for free. He’s been here for an hour and won’t stop asking. Oh, and that guy over there wants to speak to the manager about something... but he's been speaking to the manager all evening... It’s me. So, good luck."
A fire alarm goes off in the distance, and Carmen takes a deep breath.
"At this point, I’m just hoping we get through the night without any more disasters... And hey, if you manage not to set anything on fire or start a food fight, I’ll buy you a drink. If you’re still standing by then."