The waitress seated the red head as she quickly gazed at the menu, having her order soon. She wanted the spicy duck, though by obscure means, she wished to have it raw. The waitress rose a quick eyebrow in response to her request. "Um...I'm sorry ma'am, but we cannot serve duck anything but cooked well-done. Since it's poultry you run the risk of catching Salmonella." Ayano, who happened to be sitting at the table Shimiko was at, overheard the waitress's common misconception. As the hostess of the establishment and head chef, she could not resist to but in. "Actually, duck is considered a red meat on top of being a poultry. We can serve duck cooked rare if you please, however, duck is not like beef where the meat is so dense that bacteria cannot penetrate the meat. Duck is still a bird, meaning a thinner protein structure and you may still run the risk of digesting harmful bacteria. However, unlike white meat turkey or chicken, you can consume duck comfortably at rarer temperatures."
The waitress looked back at Tori, after being rejected having her duck served raw. After her correction, Ayano focused back on the former Raikage's little sister. Seeing her look of enthusiasm ensured her a potential business partner. She was a highly capable chemist being able to create near-legendary medicines, drugs, and poisons. The only reason her crafts were not legendary was because she chose not to pursue the field and had already invested herself with culinary. Ayano would smile in response to her excitement as a form of reassurance. Though, upon hearing that Shimiko was a weapon craftsmen herself peaked her interest. "Are you? Well, I could certainly appreciate a new set of hand-crafted kitchenware..." Ayano pondered, the thought of having a fabulous set of knifes, cleavers, ice picks, shears, pots, and pans would complete her kitchen.
Shortly from the back kitchen came the waitress who took the order from Ayano's hands. She had two oval shaped white plates with a juicy cheeseburger on both of them next to a heaping pile of fries. Each burger had a long toothpick through either of them, one with a red flag and the other with a blue. The red flag represented a rarer doneness, which was placed before the blonde. The other plate was placed before Ayano. In her other hand she set down a small place which had two small, round sauce cups. One pair was filled with ketchup and the other pair with mayonnaise. Just as the setting was placed before them the bus person would come right behind the waitress with their drinks. Ayano was given a dark, tall glass of cola. Shimiko was given her requested lemonade. Her glass was garnished with a wheel of lemon placed on the rim with a small sprig of mint leaf bunched together.
Ayano would make for the pepper crusher as she twisted the bottom sprinkling her fries with fresh cracked black pepper, a somewhat generous amount. "Though, of course, if you're willing to do business we may discuss it another time." She said, considering of her dining experience. Ayano would not intrude on the other two talking, the hostess silently taking a couple of peppered fries and dredging them in the mayonnaise before consuming, the satisfying crunch following a basket of well-made fries. Taking her glass she sipped the soda through her blue straw allowing the meals to sooth her body and soul. A positive atmosphere with a tasteful meal. She almost felt something special in times like these.