Typical Night at Ichiraku Ramen (Completely Open "Restarted" Bi-Weekly)

Ichiraku Ramen was one of the hippest places to be. not too big or popular that everyone went to it, but not too small and lonely that it felt like a desolate sad little shop. Here Ayame, Zeijaku, Yanma, and Matsu & Nishi could be found busting and cooking away as the most interesting costumers from all walks of life came in.

Nishki was simply taking a stroll in the city, he always did things like this despite the protests of the staff. he couldn't care less, he was hungry and he wanted to buy food home for his wife and kids too, and they loved Ichiraku Ramen. He walked into the stall and then smiled "Hey there Ayame... can i have a regular and 4 ramen to go please? Hikari and the kids would love some...." He sat down and placed his hokage hat to the left.

"Coming right up Hokage Sir" Ayame preferred waiting on the costumers and getting to know them, Yanma had been trained to cook very well by her uncle, so she left him and the boys to cooking. Zeijaku when helping out seemed to try to do everything, and sometimes would put on Benihana shows for costumers.

Nishki was then grinning as he waited for the ramen, "A mighty good job you have been doing Ayame, i might treat the Jounin to some the next time they get back, haahahaha..... how is business?? All been going well? My daughter loves the ramen here, maybe i should bring her along next time eh?"

"Oh it's been going very well, especially after that cute Inari-san rebuilt the place all those years ago, now we have room for much more costumers, no longer can we reallly call this place a Ramen Bar hahahahaha. In fact it's going so well Zeija has requested she may return to shinobi duties... and I so no point and keeping her from doing so.

Yuu entered the ramen shop with Isamu at her side. She ignored the crowd and the other people around for the most part. She didn't recognize them nor did she try. They were all just a mass of chakra anyway. She walked to front of the stall and glanced at the list of things to order. She really had no idea what she wanted. Probably something with a lot of meat she could give to Isamu, but probably not something cooked with the meat or in meat broth for her. She didn't particularly like the taste on her own. Isamu followed her obediently, he knew what she was thinking if only because it happened so often. He knew that if he was good, it would mean more meat.