“… is strong!” His face contorting a bit as he gave his companions a confident cheer. “Get in here lads, these drinks got some bite!” With Bowlin looking at his selection in disbelief, before pulling out the straw and umbrella and flicking it off to the side.

  He threw it back in the same fashion as his leader and smacked his lips, eyes looking up then back down at the empty glass.

  “Mmm, this is actually not bad, what’s this beverage called?”

  Of course he’d ask.

  “It’s a drink from a faraway land, it’s not that important. The only thing that matters is that you enjoy it.” I responded, watching the orcs shove and push each other while grabbing their individual tiny glasses.

  “I see, but how do I request more if I don’t know the name?”

  Valid.

  “You’re in luck Sir Bowlin, I’m actually in the process of creating menus that’ll let you order them.” Which wasn’t untrue, but I was mainly just pondering on it.

  “But what is a menu?”

  “Think of it like a sign above a bar, but in the form of a book you can hold.” Since explaining things like these in detail was going to take some more creativity down the line. “For now, I’ll simply remember what drinks you’d like based on the umbrella colours.” Which thankfully were all coloured differently. Shit they probably don’t know what an umbrella is either.

  “These little hats are called umbrellas.” Pointing at the increasing amount of stomped paper on the ground.

  “I see, well… thank you.” And grabbed a few more of his cocktails, focusing on grabbing only the ones with his colour.

  I head back to the kitchen, leaving the orc frenzy to its own devices, while using the storefront to buy another cart. Then stacked the catering style platters evenly throughout the shelves of said cart.

  Before I left, I quickly placed another batch order of drinks. Focusing more so on the sex on the beaches, while simultaneously holding off on the food. Need to make sure they take this food the same way as the drinks.

  The cart rattled and squelched over the ever increasing amount of umbrellas and bits of fruit across the floor, and coming to a stop right next to the now empty drink cart.

  I’d need to optimise the drink size for these types of races. I felt kind of bad seeing these 7-8 foot behemoths drink out of barby-style glasses. No matter how funny it looked.

  The crowd of tough looking orcs had been exchanged for a group of semi tipsy ones. A few orcs sitting on the floor, arranging the umbrellas by colour. When Gumlick and Bowlin saw me approach and re-greeted me.

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  “Master Greg… oooh, what’s that smell?” Bowlin’s face doing the impression of a dog sniffing for some leftovers at a table.

  “That… is what I call the post hangover feast.”

  Flipping the curtain of my cart like it’s the newest sports car. Then got the first sampler platter out and smacked it down on the nearest table. Which by the way, were too small for orcs.

  It looked like they were playing “tea party” with some toddlers, of which there were none.

  “Would you like me to explain what item is what?”

  The duo nodded, with a few orcs now slowly approaching to the smell of their upcoming meals.

  “Ok, first things first. I’d like to apologise for the seating and portion sizes. I’d honestly not considered your size and if you bear with me, will have it fixed by your next visit.”

  “That is fine, we orcs are proud warriors, but we’re honestly used to not having establishments our size and needs.” That was surprisingly sad to hear and it gave me the urge to fix it even more now.

  “Sorry, but let’s get things going. Item 1 is this.” Picking it up like I was showcasing vintage wine or something. “A kebab.” The smell of garlic and greasy meat wafting into everyone’s face.

  I handed it to Bowlin first, who sniffed at it first and then shoved the entire thing, plus wrapper, into his gob. And by the looks and sounds of it, didn’t bother or even feel the need to chew!

  A brief pause aaaand.

  “Well done master Greg.” Giving me a stern look of approval, before trying to reach for another.

  “Ah, please wait. I need to explain the rest, so you don’t get confused or angry. Don’t worry, I’ll just point them out real quick.” My finger hovering above each item in the platter.

  “Burgers, AB-Packs and lastly a good old fashioned square pizza.” Giving them a bow and stepping back to the empty drink cart. “Enjoy.”

  Another brief pause. Like a pack of dogs waiting for a snap of my fingers, before being allowed to eat.

  Then the frenzy began—and it was brutal.

  Bowlin was first, grabbing the entire platter I had first placed and literally head-butting incoming orcs who just wanted a serve. The same went for the smaller orc Gumlick, who had yoinked his platter from the cart and groin-punched a few who dared get in his way.

  The bloody definition of hangry, Jesus!

  I now had tables full of shattered glass and food being thrown around, as the crowd of orcs were grunting, burping and swearing at each other. The heavy thumps of punching and bodies hitting the ground shaking the ground of my poor house.

  I rushed back to the kitchen and loaded up the next set of drinks, but before heading out, trying to sift through the options of the FoodLocker’s menu.

  *Ding*

  [Update]

  [Due to increase of customer base you have unlocked a new sub-skill]

  [“Size matters” Unlocked]

  [This sub-skill has been added to your existing skill list and will affect any future ones of relevance]

  “Woah, coming in clutch system!” My face, a mixture of relief and excitement.

  [Size matters: Adjust the size and amount of any given item at relevant cost]

  [Note: Bigger size = bigger price and vice versa]

  That last note stinging a bit in the coin department, but what are you going to do?