"Rain!" Bellowed the angry Chief Richard. He glared at Bob, "Bob! Have I told you I hated you?"

Bob looked down at his hands and counted his fingers. "Seven times, Chief."

"I wasn't asking!" Snarled Richard.

"Chief," Rose stepped between Richard and Bob, "It's not Bob's fault. He doesn't control the rain."

Chief Richard glared at Rose, "So? I need someone to yell at." He pointed outside his tent, "I've yelled out there, and it didn't do any good."

The orcs, along with the two imps, had taken refuge in Richard's larger tent. The party had made it in time to avoid most of the downpour. Now they all watched as buckets of rain drenched the plains.

"We are Orcs! My father took the plains people's camp in a snowstorm. The weather doesn't slow us down." Richard growled.

"We may be orcs." Rose spread her hands out, "But the other races wouldn't want to eat breakfast in the rain."

"Yeah, Chief, the BLTs will get soggy. No one wants that," said Bob.

"No one wants to eat in the rain," Richard sneered.

"What if they don't eat in the rain?"

"Like what, a tent?" Richard demanded, glaring at his crew.

"Why not?"

"We'd need a big tent, the biggest tent ever made," Richard said, looking around. He tapped his foot and began to think, "Yes, yes. We could use this tent and the others. Sew them together and make a big tent."

"That's a good start. But it may need to be bigger eventually."

"Not a bad idea," Richard said, tapping his foot. "This could work. We'll sew our tents together now and be ready for breakfast in the morning. But we are going to need more hide and more hands."

"You could trade or buy with the plains people. They are exceptional hunters."

"Yes, we could. We have been on good terms with them." Richard said. "But we need more hands." He tapped his foot. "Yes, yes, yes." Richard threw up his hands, "We need more hands; we need an army."

"You have a village."

"Yes, we do," Richard said with a smile. "Steve, you're the fastest. Run to the village, tell them to break camp and join us here. It's time to go all in." Richard looked at the shocked Orcs, "Well, what are you staring at? We need to get moving." All the Orcs pointed behind Richard. He turned and yelped, "Batty!"

Batty the Battleaxe gave Richard a wave, "Hi, Chief. Hope I'm not interrupting you. Good speech, by the way."

Richard shook the shock from his head, "Why are you here?"

Batty smiled at Richard, "Oh, Dad saw the storm and kept mumbling about Orcs can't swim. I don't know what he meant, but he was worried about you. So he was like," Batty lowered her voice and put her hands on her hips, "Batty, my sharp axe, ya need to go to them. Orcs can't swim. Chief may need some help." Batty smiled at her poor impersonation of her father, "And so I'm here to help."

Bob raised his hand, "Uh, I can swim."

Batty laughed, "I don't think my dad meant actual swimming, but he may have. He's starting to get a tad crazy in his old age." Batty paused, "Uh, so, I'm on loan to help."

"Can you sew?" Asked Rose.

"Yes. I actually love to sew." Batty said. She stepped past Richard and extended her hand to Rose. "I'm Battleaxe, but please call me Batty."

Rose shook her hand, "I'm Rose." As Batty stepped closer to the fire, all of the Orcs and the Imps could see Batty better. Rose now understood the stories of how impressive Barbarians were.

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Batty stepped beside Rose and looked at Richard, "So, Chief, what's the plan?"

Richard smiled, "Orcs and Batty, tear down all the tents and start sewing them together here. We will use my tent as the base. We are going to extend my tent. Imps," He looked down at the two imps, "We need straw and sticks to put down as a floor. We don't want our customers standing in mud." Richard held up his hands, "But first," he looked down at Mick, "Little cousin, you are one of us. Start us out. Orcs!"

Mick's eyes lit up with excitement, "Orcs! Orcs! Orc!" He chanted. The others and Batty joined in.

"Let's build a restaurant!" shouted Richard. They all scattered to do what they needed to do. Steve saluted the Chief and ran out of the tent. He would run faster than any Orc had ever run before.

Rose gave Batty a sewing kit, "It's not much, but we should be able to make due for now." Batty took the kit with a smile.

Richard and the other Orcs began to take down the other tents. As they took them to Rose and Batty, they attached each tent to the side of the Chief's tent. Soon the tent grew to be as large as the area they used for people to eat. The tables and chairs were pulled under the tent. It looked good. Richard smiled.

Bill raised her hand, "Uh, Chief?" The Chief looked at her. "Yeah, uh, Chief, where are we going to cook? The rain will put out the fire."

"Cook here," Richard pointed to the middle of the tent.

"Can't, Chief," said Betty, "The smoke will get caught in the tent."

"Well, put a hole in the tent," Bob said.

"That'll let the rain in and put out the fire," Bill said.

"We could overlap some tent material, allowing rain to run off while letting the smoke drift out," Rose suggested.

"We have something similar when we make a camp," Batty said, "I'll show you."

Rose, Batty, Bill, and Betty went to work creating the kitchen. The other Orcs rested in the newly enlarged tent. It was all coming together. Richard felt good about this. Bob kept frowning.

Finally, Richard couldn't stand seeing Bob frown, "What?" He bellowed at the other Orc.

Bob looked at Richard with surprise, "What?" He said.

"You keep frowning. This is going to work," Richard gestured to the newly made tent. "Why?"

"I was thinking," Bob said.

"Not a good thing," Richard sneered.

"Well, uh, I was, uh, thinking," Bob paused, "What if there are high winds or lightning?"

Richard glared at Bob and hissed, "Stop thinking. You give the gods ideas."

A long whistle shocked the orcs as they looked at the humans outside the tent. The whistle came from Kent, the farmer. "By the by, this is nice!" He said. The three men and two women with him all nodded.

"Kent!" Rose shouted. "Come in."

Kent walked in with the other humans, "Good ta see you again, Rose." Points to the woman next to him and says, "This is my wife, Harriet."

"Nice ta meet ya," Harriet said, shaking Rose's hand. Harriet was robust with a kind smile like her husband, but her handshake told Rose she was a strong woman.

"Nice to meet you too," Rose said.

"Where would you like your produce?" Kent asked.

Rose looked to Bob and Richard, who shrugged, "I think we should put it in our new kitchen." She pointed to the newest addition to the tent.

"Oh my, very rustic," Harriet said. "I'm looking forward to breakfast. You are serving this morning, yes?"

"Yes, we are," Interrupted Bob, "We are good to go. Right, Chief?"

Richard smiled, "Yes, we are." He looked around, "This will do for now. But we need bigger."

"Chief Richard?" Kent asked, holding out his hand. Richard took it gently. "And you must be the great Orc Bob?" Bob nodded with a smile. "Nice to finally meet ya."

The twins came bounding over to the cart just outside the tent, talking excitedly with each other.

"What's this?"

"I don't know, but it's going in the eggs."

"This smells good."

"That would be good with the sausages."

"Kids," Kent told the other humans, "Help the Orcs with their produce. The two men and the other female got to work helping the twins carry in the produce.

Richard clapped, "Well, you get to be our first customers in our new tent. What would you like?"

"I'd like that famous BLT I keep hearing about," Kent said, patting his robust belly.

"Oh, me too," Harriet said, "And that wonderful Vanilla Latte I've heard so much about."

The other humans nodded in agreement. The twins headed back to the kitchen to start cooking. Everyone was going to need breakfast. Kent dropped coins into Bob's hand, and his family made their way to a table.

"Hey, Batty," Rose began, "would you like to learn how to make a Vanilla Latte?"

"I sure do!" Batty said, walking with Rose to the side of the tent just off the kitchen, where they made a table to make coffee and other drinks.

Chief Richard stood at the tent's entrance with his hands on his hips. He shouted into the rain, "Orc Cafe is open for business!"

The Orcs, Imps, humans, and nearly every god cheered. Only the goddess Seareaz frowned. She decided it was time to visit the Orc cafe.