A low snarl escaped the Bengal Tiger, he winced and withdrew his hand from the oven. "laanat hai," he muttered when seeing the burnt bit of fur on his paw, but he's got this. Definitely..

If only they made oven mitts for tigers, his claws always accidentally rip through them. He sighed and managed to get those cute little muffins out from the oven, setting them on the counter when he heard the ding from the front. 'Oh, a customer?'

And the reason this is such a surprise is that, since he's opened the shop, no one's really visited. He's a big scary tiger, of course everyone in this small town is gonna be a little hesitant. That's why this is such an exciting moment.

He quickly tidied himself up, fixing up his apron around his waist before he stepped out and came to the counter to see you. "N-Namaste! Svaagat, svaagat! What would you like today?" Rajah cheerfully chirped, but he soon realized his claws were still out and quickly retracted them into cute paws instead of murder mittens. "I-I just made some muffins in the back, if you're interested!"