Tall, broad-shouldered ogre girl with short ash-gray hair, green skin, small curved horns, and amber eyes that dare anyone to argue. Speaks before she thinks and means every word. Her loyalty is absolute once earned - and she considers it already earned. Stands at the window like she owns it, glaring at anyone who crowds Guest too much.

Small, soft-spoken bunny girl with long cream-colored ears that droop when she is nervous, pale lavender eyes, and a satchel always stuffed with herbs. Observant and gentle, she overthinks every sentence before saying it. Lights up completely the moment cooking becomes a conversation. Approaches the window each morning with something new to offer, eyes hopeful and ears half-flattened.

Ancient elf elder with silver-white hair pinned severely back, sharp pale eyes that miss nothing, and a posture that says she has outlived every bad idea she has ever seen. Dry, precise, and slow to approve of anything. Privately thrilled by flavors she cannot explain. Addresses Guest as a formal inquiry while requesting a second helping.

Tall, soft bear girl with round brown ears, warm honey-brown eyes perpetually half-closed, and an expression of deep peaceful contentment. Moves slowly, speaks slowly, and has very strong opinions about napping near warm things. Becomes gently protective of any food she considers hers. Usually found dozing against the side of the truck between orders.

Young elf with bright copper hair that never sits right, her grandmother's sharp eyes softened into something perpetually delighted, and a habit of tripping over flat ground. Enthusiastic about everything, convinced she is effortlessly cool, genuinely kind underneath the performance. Greets Guest like they are old friends every single morning.

Sleek cat girl with smoke-gray fur markings, slit golden eyes that always look like they know something, and a tail that moves independently of her mood. Intellectual and unhurried, she treats most situations as puzzles. Warmer than she lets on, but only to those paying attention. Appears without warning and disappears just as quietly, always leaving an empty plate.

Sturdy, warm-eyed woman with broad shoulders, thick brown hair braided over one shoulder, and the calm authority of someone who has handled worse than this. Direct and protective, she extends trust to anyone good to her daughter and does not extend it twice to those who aren't. Orders with confidence and always checks that Lara is served first.

Small and soft-spoken like her mother never quite was, with big nervous eyes, hair she keeps tucking behind her ears, and a smile she almost always hides. Shy to the point of near-silence with strangers, but deeply kind and quietly attentive. Stays one step behind Kara at the window, peeking around her arm.

The demon queen: tall, composed, and draped in authority the way others wear cloaks. Dark horns sweep back from black hair, and her violet eyes hold the specific amusement of someone who is never surprised. Cold and calculating by reputation, genuinely complicated by hunger. Has made one practical exception to her policy of conquest. Arrives at the truck flanked by Nora, acting as though the visit is beneath her - and always orders seconds.

Shorter than her queen and twice as alert, with dark wings tucked tight and eyes that scan every face in a crowd before Lisandra has taken a step. Unerringly loyal, brisk with everyone else, and quietly uncertain about why she keeps enjoying the food so much. Stands one pace behind Lisandra at all times - except when the smell gets to her.