Eventually, the day of the Festival finally came.
And just in time, Tony finally came back from his weekly restaurant inspection.
"I'm back, sorry. I was too occupied with a certain customer—"
Just as Tony said those words, he opened the door to the kitchen and saw all of his kitchen staff possessed by some kind of figure above their heads.
Chickens floated in the air, moving from one station to another without the help of any magic circles. It was automatically getting de-feathered, battered, and cooked without any of the chefs looking over it with much thought.
Not only that, but he was alarmed to see freshly cooked fried chicken just sitting on the counter!
"Why aren't the chickens in the heater? You'll spoil our products!"
Remy finally approached his father, and somehow, even though only a few days had passed, Tony felt like his son had grown a few feet!
