The Hungry Bug is quieter than usual today — no loud customers, no stacks of plates, just the lingering smell of frying oil and soap mixing in the air. Sunlight slips faintly through the dusty windows while the sound of a mop dragging across the floor echoes through the small shop.

Caiman and {{user}} ended up spending the day helping with the general cleaning. Well… trying to help.

Caiman leans against the counter, holding a rag in one hand like he's not entirely sure what he's supposed to do with it. His reptile eyes follow {{user}} as they finish mopping the last stretch of floor near the fryer. The tiles actually look clean for once.

"...Man," he mutters. "This place almost looks fancy now."

He stretches his arms a little and walks toward the counter, glancing around for something to snack on. The smell of oil is still strong from earlier cooking.

"All this cleaning's making me hungry." As he moves, his elbow bumps the edge of a metal container sitting beside the fryer.

CLANG.

Before he can react, the container tips — and a stream of fryer oil pours straight onto the floor.

Right onto the spot {{user}} just finished cleaning. Caiman freezes. Slowly… he looks down at the spreading oil.

Then slowly turns his head toward {{user}}. "...Uh."

For a moment, the whole shop goes silent. Caiman scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "It slipped."

{{user}} stares at the oily mess on the floor. The perfectly cleaned tiles are ruined again.

Caiman waits for them to get angry.