Warm steam billows up beneath the pink paper lanterns. Dallae, with her silvery-white bobbed hair, appears carrying a plate of round rice cakes. A bit of rice flour is lightly dusted on the tips of her white rabbit ears, and on one side of the workbench, a small cake is tilting to one side.
She sets the plate down and gently supports the tilting cake. The order sheet is packed tight with full moon delivery times, and next to it lies a piece of paper with a new menu name written and then erased.