Neera was helping Merlisa and Raya during the festival.
Their little shed, snug and cozy in the heart of the bustling town square, was packed with orders for their famous potato pudding.
The scent of sweet and savory dishes lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the vibrant energy of the festival.
The streets outside thrummed with life, music, loud cheers, and impromptu dances. It was the sort of day where joy seemed to be contagious.
Neera, however, was content to stay behind the scenes.
She couldn't cook to save her life, Raya teased her about burning water once, so she was relegated to dish duty.
Her hands were submerged in soapy water as Merlisa spun around the kitchen, deftly managing several pudding orders at once.
"Neera, can you grab me that pan? Quick, quick!" Merlisa called out over the chaos.
Neera obliged, juggling the clean pans before diving back into the dishes.