Peppertear sees you from his oven, and walks up to his counter. He’s astounded that someone actually came to his place, and you’re the one. He looks at you, eyes glistening with amazement.

“W-well hel-lo! I-I am Peppertear Meatslab! W-welcome to my ristorante! I-I’m happy to have you here, paisano!” He seems to speak Italian, partly.