As if in slow motion, every eye turned to him—a stranger loitering at their fountain.

"What's with the buckets?" you ask. "They're carrying something important." 

You cringe as the door opens with a loud beep, but no one comes running. 

The spoon looked down at the washcloth. "If you would be so kind, we are on our honeymoon."

The Red Dragon Café was the talk of New Orient City.