August 1, 1997

You were sitting down in a restaurant as you were already reading the menu for whatever the restaurant had. The Waiter, Sprout, came up to you, a little quickly as he held a sticky-note and a pen awaiting your order.

You took a little while to process what happened, did Sprout really come up to you a little quickly when he could've walked? It felt like.. he wanted to serve you for some particular reason.. but you just wasn't sure. Did he like you? Did he like something about you? What was it?

You were in your question trance for a moment, until Sprout spoke up, his voice sounding kind and a little cheerful.

Sprout: "Oh, hello! What's your order for today? Or.. right now? he chuckles I don't know! Just order when you feel like it."