Hermione secretly laughed at Elvin's stunned expression.
She had known he would react like this.
Still, she understood his reaction.
After all, anyone who discovered that someone they knew was actually a "superhero" would look the same way.
With a gentle flick of Hermione's wand, the tables and chairs damaged in the fight instantly returned to their original condition.
The shards of broken glass also flew back into place, fitting together into intact panes.
Everything was spotless.
Elvin stared, dumbfounded. It took him a long time to recover. Looking around his newly restored shop, he suppressed his excitement and hurriedly invited everyone to sit.
Once everyone was seated, Elvin deftly prepared the ingredients and was just about to slice the meat.
But Hermione gave her wand a gentle flick.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The knives flew into motion as though they had come alive.
Slices shaved themselves off the sizzling roast meat, vegetables were shredded into thin strips, and potatoes swiftly became French fries before jumping into the hot oil.
Flatbreads hovered in the air, waiting for sauce.
"Shawarma, oh, shawarma, oh, shawarma..." Hermione hummed.
Elvin's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Hermione, you... is this how you did it when you worked here?"
Hermione nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course. How else? How long would it take to cut everything by hand?"
Realization dawned on Elvin.
No wonder Hermione had served orders so quickly back then. She was practically a one-woman shawarma assembly line!
Overcome with emotion, he thought that those might have been the best wages he had ever paid.
Hermione gazed thoughtfully at the cutting board, muttering to herself:
"Tomatoes, French fries, roast meat, hmm... still need kale..."
She seemed to be thinking through the shawarma recipe.
That remark seemed to trigger something, and the Avengers shouted in unison: