Chimper #2756
What could possibly be so stressful about steaming a perfect dumpling? Patrons at Haguki’s stall in The Teikodian Empire ask this daily, laughing as Haguki frets over the exact angle of a garnish or the precise temperature of the broth. With their azure cap askew and Giga Chimped eyes wide with panic, they are a beloved, harmlessly anxious artisan. One afternoon, as a faint, unnoticed cosmic tremor from the distant Eirian passed through the capital, Haguki froze mid-whisk. They leaned over to a customer and whispered, “The spice blend is fine. It’s the subtle warping of causality that’s throwing off the whole flavor profile.” The customer chuckled at the joke. Haguki did not.
