Kentucky Fried Chicken, a true garden of grease, chemically enhanced breasts and drive thru customer service. This was a place where you would expect students to work during the summer, or the unfortunate at any other time.
It was not, however, the kind of place you’d expect to see this person. Sister to one of humanity’s greatest heroes, in-law to the planet’s strongest creature, seen in the company of high-bounty criminals and other assorted dangerous folks, if people knew who this person was or what she had done, she would definitely be viewed differently.
Instead, she greets them with an innocent smile.
“Welcome to KFC, how may I take your order?!” Celica A Mercury said jovially to a woman who came in, an angry looking ponytail person wearing a big army surplus coat and dozens of amulets and talismans strewn across her shirt and jacket. A practitioner was a common sight in Nexus city, so Celica paid it no mind.
“You can take my order by giving me a refund!” the angry lady almost shouted, yet to look at Celica, it was as if she was talking normally. “This burger has pickles! I asked for no pickles.”
Celica’s face went from smiling to pensive. On another this would have looked thoughtful, but Celica’s naturally happy look made it feel like less than it was.
“Hm… nope!” she said cheerfully, as it talking about another topic altogether.
“W-what?” The angry lady spouted, momentarily stunned.
“You didn’t say anything about pickles, miss,” Celica said, as the cashier present when she made her order. Her face turned stern, yet gentle at the same time, as if scolding a child. “You really shouldn’t be blaming other people when you forget something, you know.”
“The hell is this talk?” the angry lady just about yelled, but Celica remained undaunted and kept eye contact.
“I would have gotten you another burger without pickles if you’d asked nicely, you know. People are usually nicer when you’re nice to them too! So you really don’t have to yell and start blaming people like that,” Celica continued after she has ascertained that the customer was done speaking. “What if you end up driving people away with that attitude? That’d be terrible!”
“Uh,” the client said, having deflated over the intensity of Celica’s… intensity. “Yeah, sure.”
“As long as you understand, then everything is alright,” Celica said with a smile, before reaching back to a tray with cooked chicken burgers on it. “Here’s your burger, and have a nice day!”
“Yeah, uh, thanks,” the lady said awkwardly, walking out of the KFC with a difficult look on her face. Celica, on the other hand, looked like she’d found a basket of puppies. Her supervisor gave a quick look to the oddball she’d found on the street a couple weeks back, and decided to approach.
“Celica,” the fat man said in a low tone. “You know, you’re not supposed to be lecturing the customers.”
“Right, right, I couldn’t help it,” Celica said with a smile, leaving the interpretation of if she’d gotten her lesson up in the air. “She just reminded me of someone I used to know.”
“Really?” The manager said, a skeptic look on his face.
“Yup! And that’s why I think, she probably wasn’t that bad of a person,” Celica stated innocently, and her manager could do nothing but smile and walk off.
Celica was left alone in a mostly deserted restaurant, thinking about whom that lady reminded her of.
“I doubt it’s very likely Ragna would stop by here, though,” she said to herself with a giggle.
