Story Reader / Event Story / Stellar Narratives / Story
Following the shared coordinates on your terminal, you push through the crowds until you reach the designated location—a food street on the western side of the exhibition.
Just as you begin scanning the crowd of mechanoids for the signal's source, a familiar, swaying silhouette in the corner of your eye catches your attention.
Yo, Gray Raven Commandant!
Yata spots you too. She stops pushing her cart, which is piled high with goods, and waves from across the way.
Heard there was a chance to set up a booth, so I came to test my recent "training results."
Remember this?
She pulls out a small, well-worn booklet from her cart—the very same "cookbook" you helped her recover on Hydrangea Island not long ago.
The last time I set up shop, things went alright, but it still didn't feel quite like Uncle Morita's version.
So I asked my teammates for cooking tips and came up with an improved recipe.
Even Shiva gave me this wide-eyed thumbs-up when she tried it.
Yep. This spot seems perfect.
She lifts her arm, and with a sharp whoosh, four powered arms burst from the backpack on her back.
They waste no time. In seconds, the powered arms sort through the cart, clear the clutter, and neatly set up a cooking station.
And... No way I can handle all these festival guests by myself.
One of the arms tosses a can of cherry blossom soda. Yata catches it midair.
So how about this... think of it as paid help? Once we close, I'll give you a "Yata 24-Hour Support Voucher." Whether it's training or chores, I'm on call.
Pshhh—she cracks open the can and offers it to you.
...You're so greedy.
Yata sighs.
Fine. I'll toss in a few extra limited to the next 48 hours. Better use them quick before they expire.
You accept the can and take a sip of the crisp, refreshing soda. Consider the deal sealed.
Yata's Kitchen—now open for business!
Hi, one takoyaki, please.
Got it. One takoyaki, coming right up!
Yata flips the griddle with a practiced motion. Several golden takoyaki balls fly into the air. Mechanical arms catch them midair and drop them neatly onto a plate.
Then, the arms pass the plate down the line, relay-style, until it reaches your serving station.
Mmm, this is amazing.
This smells incredible... Hydrangea Island specialty? Count me in.
Human... culinary culture... purchase... learning...
As the sun sinks lower, the ingredient boxes begin to empty.
You and Yata stay completely absorbed in the rush. Time slips by. It's only after the final customer leaves that you realize night has fallen over Constellia.
You flip the cart's sign to "Closed" and grab two cans of cherry soda from the cooler. But Yata's still at the stove, her back to you, working on something.
J-just hang on! I'm almost done!
Grrrrr—
[player name]! Sneak attack, huh?
She grabs a ketchup bottle, spins around, and retaliates, drawing a sweet red stripe across your cheek.
Whew, all done. Take a look.
She lifts a plate. On it sits a perfectly made omurice.
The golden egg sheet wraps around steaming rice, and the ketchup glows under the evening light.
Lines of ketchup spell out a message in quick strokes, barely legible—
The breeze stirs Yata's silver hair. A rare blush colors her face as she turns her head, avoiding your eyes.
...
She takes a breath, like she's trying to regain composure, and finally breaks the silence.
[player name], you know what day it is. And you agreed to spend it with me, so...
—Ahem! Don't play dumb!
She clears her throat, but a blush quickly creeps up to her ears, impossible to hide.
Anyway! Thanks for your help today!
I spent a long, long time learning how to make this omurice. Think of it as a reward.
It's the first time I've cooked this for someone else. Try it.
...I'm not good at handling childish types.
But I'll make an exception for you. I'll even train myself to get better at it.
The moment you taste it, the flavor hits deep. Rich, warm, comforting. A strange sense of fulfillment washes over you.
Seeing you quietly savor it, Yata stares with wide eyes, full of anticipation.
Don't just eat in silence! How is it?
Really? Give me the spoon, I want a taste too.
Mmm, this is actually good. Way better than what Discord makes. Lucky you, getting a taste of my cooking.
She brags about her cooking skills while eagerly digging in, clearly enjoying every bite.
You open two cans of cherry blossom soda and hand one to her, a ritual just for the two of you.
Almost forgot. Here you go, [player name].
Here's to you, to us—Happy Double Seventh Festival.
—Cheers!
After the meal, Yata keeps her promise and writes out several "24-Hour Support Vouchers" for you.
Before handing them over, she mischievously adds a note to each one: "Valid only within 48 hours."
Those little details—the teasing, the laughter—are moments meant just for you and Yata. Small, joyful things only the two of you share.
