"FWLS57" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"I travel around a lot," I said, continuing with my recipe.
"I'm a wandering Wae Spat expert."

"Way what?"

"Hey!" shouted a voice from the smoking section, floating
over the order counter. "You, the shrimpy bitch in the apron!"

"Me?" the trainee asked, swallowing.

"Yeah! I've been waiting a ten minutes here for that burger
you're supposed to be getting for me! What's the holdup, toots?"

THWANNGGGG went my left spatula as it embedded itself in the
customer's table ten feet away.

"Your burger will be ready when it is ready. SIR," I added,
casting a cold glare over my shoulder. The customer nodded
uneasily, moving his hand away from the spatula (which had come
inches away from bisecting his arm).

"Wow," the trainee said. "You can cook AND do stuff like
that?"

"Yup," I said.

"Then why are you slumming it out with us here?"

"I teach," I said. "I'm licensed out of the Tatewaki Wae
Spat Dojo to act as a wandering sensei. It's my life's calling
to seek out places such as this."

"Must be nice to be doing what you've always wanted to do.
Can you show me how to cook and throw stuff too?" she asked.

I grinned, looking up from my finished okonomiyaki.

It was certainly strange... after the mayhem of that week, I
was back to travelling the universe, doing side jobs to pay my
way, just as I was doing to get to C'atel in the first place. I
did enjoy it, and I acted as a beacon of the Wae Spat. Father
would have been proud.

All ends were tied up. I knew who I was, I was a proud
member of Joey's dojo, and I had people I could turn to whenever
my path wandered back to C'atel. I still had this disk William
Doors had given me... I'd have to mail it to Help soon. But
cooking and training come first.