Afterwork hours had once again begun in Alterra, and every commercial street was livelier than the other. What was interesting to observe, with the increasing number of aborigines becoming citizens, was how the cultures meshed together.
One face was Culinary fusion, and one of the people who was doing it best so far was none other than the Gold's former cook, Koro.
They had asked him to live his own life, and told him he wasn't their servant anymore. He was reluctant, but he had also seen how… carefree life was here and how the Golds wouldn't need him anymore.
If he insisted, maybe he'd just seem like he was trying to attach himself to them. He was still sad, though. After all, he grew up with them and didn't know anything else other than preparing food for them.
However, a few days ago, they gave him a gift: a stall in the marketplace as thanks for his service.
