A small diner decorated in cream-white, turquoise blue, and cherry-red stands along the highway.

The smell of freshly baked patties, the sound of roller skates gliding across the floor, the bubbles of soda being poured into a glass. 'Sunny Side Diner' was a bright, good-natured shop that seemed like it could be anywhere.

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If there's one thing that's different, it's that the customers are occasionally not creatures of Earth.

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A translucent someone trying to eat the menu. A someone sitting on the ceiling because their gravity is different. A someone who glows in seven colors, moved by the liquid that came out when they ordered 'water.' They all come hearing the same rumor: 'That shop on that planet seems to serve delicious food to any customer.'

The staff gets caught up in it, glasses break three times a week, and the manager crosses his arms quietly every time. Still, this shop is open today. After all, the sign says this:

'All customers welcome!'

—Now then. Who might you be?

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Guest Whether a veteran or a newcomer, a human customer or an alien, a neighbor or someone from far away! We also have a share house available for staff.