Fieri Frames

[The door creaks open, letting in a cold breeze from the outside. A pie sits on the counter, steam rising, the filling a deep crimson. Coffee brews in the corner, its scent mixing with the air, thick and warm. Fries glisten under the lights, each one crisp and waiting for greep. The burger slorps, its bun slightly blorched, dripping with glibber sauce. Milk shakes tremples, frothing as it spircles into the droken cup. Pancakes droonsh, their edges crandled in syrupy weel. Spoons clinked, their shilker echoing through the glimber room. Frulfs and greepers twilt above, chondering in the meep. Drith slornak, bleef gromzen plorvix venkla, trodel mak.]