Waiter, there's a ____ in my soup! [IC]

It never does end with these wretched nobles, does it? Just one extra flake of pepper and they're willing to throw a tantrum. Heinrich sighed through his nose as he listened to the incessant tapping. Putting on his professional face, he strode over to the table and bowed. "I am very sorry to hear about-- Hmm?" He hesitated when he registered what was said and glanced up, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Was that a bowl of... oil?! And an eyeball?! What on earth-- Who was the chef here?!
"Very... Apologies for this error, sir, I will be sure to get it fixed as soon as I can."

Of course people other than him couldn't make a decent bowl of soup!! With a gruff sigh, Heinrich looked around and waved a hand around. "Waiter!" he called out. "Waiter! It seems your staff is under-equipped for this job. Can you tell me what I see in my soup? Hmm?" He moved his spoon around to help. "Cheese. An entire block of cheese. In my tomato basil!! This is incredibly unprofessional and I would like to speak to your manager about this!!"

(Sorry it took so long, I deadass forgot)
Teer leaned forward slightly, eyeing the cheese with squinted eyes, like a teenager denying that they're the cause of something. "Wow.", he exclaimed, shifting back into a normal position. "How'd that get there?" A quiet 'dayum' could be heard under his breath.
"Well sir, what can I say..." The teal haired mans face lit up. "You just got free cheese! Congratulations! Would you like me to bag the cheese for later use? Maybe the tomato flavour makes it richer. Or something..."

"Waiter! Hey Waiter!" Teer called the next waiter to him, looking quite displeased. "Do you see that?..." He lifted his spoon from the soup, balancing a dark brown vermin. "There is a cockroach... In my soup. It's dead now. It wasn't before" He took a deep breath. "This... is... amazing." A big smile suddenly formed on his face. "Here I thought I was having just a boring ol' soup, and then suddenly I felt something amazing crawling in my mouth!" Teer held the spoon up to his mouth and ate the fucking cockroach with loud crunchy chewing noises. "What a nice suprise. You should advertise your cockroaches on the menu, though."

Upon being called, Yeli wandered towards the table to look at the bug lying dead in the broth. "Ah, I'm very sorry about that," he said with an apologetic smile as he reached for the bowl. "Let me just--"
CRUNCH!!!
Yeli continued smiling, though it had considerably thinned; his hands were frozen in mid-reach. Slowly, as if thawing from being frozen, he dropped his arms to his sides. "... Is that right? I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said very, very quietly, then left very, very quickly.

"Excuse me," Yeli ushered with a sheepish smile. He motioned to his bowl. "My order must have gotten mixed up. I don't remember ordering any, er, noodles in mine. I didn't even know that was on your menu."

Yeli:

"perhaps, you misread." scarab was quite sure the menu made the dish's ingredients obvious, but since human wasnt his native tongue, who was he to say. "worm soup, not warm. soup with worm. no noodles, just worm. tasty, yes?" worm soup was one of scarabs favorites, like spaghetti but worm. "i apologize if... not expected."

"waiter... the soup... is glowing." scarab was visibly shocked, as well as entranced, "does soup normally glow? how interesting."

"Oh, sorry! I must have accidentally spilled some of those glowsticks I put in there- It's probably safe to drink, though." Gabriel was clearly suppressing laughter, and made no move to take it away. "You're a scarab beetle, shouldn't you have some sort of immunity?"

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"Uhhh, waiter! There's nothing in my soup. This is just water in a bowl. I payed 15$ for this-"

"its the bowl of who asked. See how there's nothing?"

"Waiter? Theres a finger in my soup."

“Sorry, musta’ fallen in from my hair. Should add extra flavor though, so I’d appreciate it if I were you.”

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“Waiter? There’s a bag a’ strange white powder in my soup. I’ll keep it if ya want.”  -attempts to pocket it-

"Oh, I believe thats just calcium powder. I was feeding my snake. I think it's edible? Good for the bones." Hopefully.

Arthur was dumbfounded. "Why- why is there stickers in my soup?"

Peyton, who is barely even tall enough to see the soup, looked at the soup, then up at Arthur. "Sticker special bitch," she stated flatly, and holding up a half empty sheet of stickers she grinned and asked, "would you like some more?" 

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"Um, waiter? Why is there a Nintendo Wii in my soup?"

the aasimar slowly made his way over to the table, before looking down at the seated child.

"uhh... i don't know what to tell you.. you did order the gamer's special didn't you?"

Aether's yellow eyes glazed over as he eyed the broth covered console jutting out of the bowl. how was that even fitting in there? he glanced back at Peyton before raising an arm, as if to reach for the bowl. seriously an entire wii? that takes "unique soups" to a whole new level.

"tch. i told the chef 'gamer soup' was a bad idea.... keep it if it still works... i'll get you something else... if you like." he stared at peyton.

"uh.... waiter? can you come here?" he asked.

with a befuddled look the large aasimar gestured to his bowl. what appeared to be a large tardigrade splashed about the soup happily

Marine stares at the tardigrade, tail lashing behind her. 

"Mx, you're going to have to get out of there." Without a further word, she reaches out and pulls the tardigrade from Aether's bowl, tucking them underneath her arm. With her free hand, she takes the bowl of soup. "Sorry, sir. I'll be right back with a replacement, and lead this one outside."

"Yeah, uh, hi." Her ear flicks, stud earring flashing in the light. Pointing at her bowl of soup, Marine looks up at the waiter. "Why is there a bagpipe in my soup?" 

"...I have no idea to be honest, maybe the chef misheard? I'll go and get you another bowl, no idea where it's been after all." She picked up the bowl and hoisted the bagpipes out, giving them to the cat to hold, "you can keep this however, if you want, just make sure to wash it," and she then left to fetch some more soup.

"Um, waiter? Pardon my language but there seems to be a little bitch in my soup."

Taka was just about to attack Tamsin for insinuating that it was HIS reflection in the soup she was talking about, when he heard Pallas. Cursing under his breath and muttering a, "You got lucky", he wandered over to the blue critter and raised an eyebrow at the strange, pixelated item. "The hell is this?" he muttered. "Well if it's there, then ya ordered it. Don't go complainin' ta me 'bout it-- eat it!" He leaned in. "Now."

"HEY!!" Taka gave you an irritated look as he motioned to his bowl. "You seein' this? My soup's got all AIR in it! I ain't got soup at all, just an empty bowl!! The hell kinda restaurant ya runnin' here!"

Nerine shambled closer to the table where Nobutaka was seated. Sure enough, he didn't have any soup, and he had every right to throw a fit -- especially considering the only words that slipped from Nerine's wretched maw:

"I want you in particular to starve."

It's up to him whether or not that's a joke.

With an indignant huff, Nerine shoved her bowl forward to the middle of the table, and then leaned back, crossing her arms. She glared up at the other party, and asked them, "You mind telling me why there's an entire lamp in my soup?"