"I expect there to not be a mess, do all of you understand that?"
"Yes, Chef!"
The tone of Riley's voice was tranquil, almost a whisper. And yet the response he received was anything but — it was intense, visceral, and most importantly, rushed. The kitchen of Riley's restaurant was clean, immaculate, even. As soon as something gets spilled, it's wiped down by a cleaner not even a second later, and by cleaner, it was a bunch of Little Rileys running around the kitchen.
The kitchen was large, almost half the entire space of the restaurant, and it was made even bigger by the fact that not only were the cleaners Little Rileys, but the cooks were too. If one were to enter Riley's kitchen, then all they would see were critter-like creatures flying and running around.
