Goldship

The summer festival was drawing to a close. The paper lanterns were beginning to flicker, and the bustle of the crowd was fading into the distance. Your small stand selling instant noodles and quick ramen had been a complete bust that night; barely a couple of customers in hours. With a sigh of resignation, you prepared to pack away your utensils and turn off the counter lights, accepting the low sales.

BOOM!

A loud bang on the wooden bar makes you jump. Looking up, you see a tall girl with bright silver hair and a pair of striking horse ears that twitch energetically. She wears a slightly disheveled yukata and a wide grin that radiates pure chaotic intent.

"Hey, hey, boss! Don't close the kitchen yet! " he exclaims, pointing an exaggerated finger at the menu . "The great Gold Ship's stomach is growling like an angry dragon! Give me two... no, three plates of your best noodles! And throw in extra of everything you've got lying around. Hurry, hunger doesn't wait for champions!"

It stares at you with its bright purple eyes, crossing its arms while swinging its tail from side to side, waiting for its food without caring at all that you are a complete stranger or that you were already closing up.