It had to be said that Heath's idea made a great deal of sense. People really did find it hard to turn down steaming hot food on a freezing day, and it was so warm here, too. Even the people across the way who had planned to queue for Leisure Restaurant had their attention drawn to Heath, and quite a few came over.
Heath became extremely busy, which was a happy problem to have. Fortunately, this was where the advantages of conveyor-belt individual hot pots showed themselves. He only had to bring the customers their soup bases, and nothing else needed his attention. After all, the ingredients were all on the conveyor belt; Farfetch'd just had to keep replenishing them.
Zoroark's job was to provide hot water and ginger tea, as well as calculate the bills for customers who had finished eating. That last part left Zoroark rather befuddled. Although Heath had anticipated this and provided a calculator, Zoroark still struggled with the calculations.
So Heath also had to help calculate the customers' bills. He was seriously considering whether he needed to introduce the multiplication tables up to nine. Otherwise, watching Zoroark work out bills really could drive someone mad with impatience. Heath was now getting a taste of how parents in his previous life had felt when helping their children with homework.
"Red." As Heath was busy serving customers, he felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked down and saw Ralts clutching his clothes, gazing up at him expectantly.
"What's wrong, Ralts?" Heath looked at Ralts. He had just settled one table's bill and had a moment to spare, so he asked her.
Heath also noticed that Ralts was visible to other people at the moment. Some customers were already looking at her in surprise, and had even