"Manager, do you have any delicious food today?" The door was pushed open, and then Greenwich walked in, looking completely exhausted.
"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, Mr. Greenwich. What would you like to eat today?" Betty, with her tail swishing, immediately greeted him with a smile, looking at the weary customer in front of her.
"Betty, I want meat, lots of meat, the more the better," Greenwich said as he found a chair to sit down. He was quite heavy, and together with the equipment he was wearing, he was like a bear, making Betty worry whether the restaurant's chairs could withstand his weight.
Fortunately, though the chair appeared frail, it proved to be incredibly sturdy and didn't budge at all, firm as Tarzan.
"Meat, you say... please wait a moment, I'll check with the manager." Even though what Greenwich requested was a bit unusual, Betty still nodded and went into the kitchen.