Inside Filly's restaurant, in the kitchen, two women and one man glanced at the almost transparent liquid in the glass jar. There were at least five coconuts on the side, severed in half with their contents gone.
"Did we succeed?" Gail asked.
Temor glanced at their boss, Filly, who now had the journal in her hand and kept glancing back and forth from it to the glass jar.
"Miss Filly, did we succeed?" Temor asked, sweat dripping down his forehead. They had been cooking these coconuts for a few hours now and had started from scratch a few times until they managed to make the whitish transparent liquid inside the glass jar.
"I think so," Filly answered, hesitation in her voice.
"You think so?" Hearing the answer caused Temor to sigh.
