We're in the home stretch to Valentine's.

Yay!

If you somehow manage to book a reservation at a romantic Italian restaurant,

consider yourself lucky.

You booked it months ago, be honest.

Unless that restaurant is the same one, our helpful resident German Hans Glober works at.

A German working at a romantic Italian restaurant?

Confusing.

That should be interesting.

I wonder what he wants in your phone tap right now.

Brooklyn Jeffrey's phone taps on the 20s.

Hello?

Hello? This is Hans Glover from S-I-O-S-I-O-S-A-Tolian restaurant. Am I speaking with a Keeze? Yes, this is Keefe. How can I help you, bro? Sorry, I'm saying Kee's, but they cannot say very well because my accent. Your name is like, K-E-I-T-H, like Keith, like, K-E-I-T-H.

Oh, okay. I was saying Keys, but it is Keith. Got it. Yeah. Okay, I see you having the reservations at our restaurant for Valentine's Day. Yes, sir. I'm excited, man. One of my favorite places to go. Oh, and in the notes here, I will say this quietly, so no one is hearing. But it says you're hoping to be proposing to your Freud line? Nope, nope. Not hoping. I am going to get engaged. I'm excited about this. Oh, Wondaba! I am loving that energy, but can I let you in on a little secret? Like what? You guys are going to do some special for us?

I would consider this very special for you.

You see, I do work at this Italian place, but I also work as the finest German restaurant

in the entire city, maybe even in unworld, an awesome.

Okay, so what does this have to do with me, though?

Well, here is an Italian restaurant. It's very basic.

Oh, I have a limp noodle. I'm going to slurp and maybe have a bread.

It's boring.

But on German restaurant?

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