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Artemísia lived in what they considered a pretty normal city. Well, as normal as New York City could be at least. They had a pretty normal uneventful life as well, living with their father, Señor Hueso, and little brother in the Hidden City, helping out at Run of the Mill, dealing with the occasional accident caused by Pepino and his family. Arte was used to it all and they thought life would stay like this.
That was until the Kraang came. It had been a normal day, customers coming in and out, but there hadn't been a call from Leo, the turtle had told them he would call in the morning to tell them if he had one the pizza stack competition. It was almost 10 and there had been no word. Arte wasn't that worried though, the brothers often did stuff like this and would forget to call so they just assumed the four were busy. They continued thinking that until the sky rumbled and people were heard screaming. Arte had gone outside to see the sky ripped open and Metro Tower being consumed by pink vines. After that it was chaos.
Arte kept a constant watch, bringing updates to their dad and the yokai that hadn't left. They remembered the promise they made their friend Rose, and cursed to themself for getting too distracted to warn the Hamatos. They watched as the ship that had come through was pulled through the rip in the sky and the thing exploded. Not even an hour later the remaining Kraang had been collected and humans were posting about the event all over their social media.
They hated being in the dark and they were sure they had seen the Hamato's going through the sky fighting. Arte had told their dad but had gotten brushed off because of a customer.
Now it had been about a month since the invasion and the city was recovering. It would be okay, if Arte wasn't so worried about their regulars. They had grown attached to seeing the family just about every week but they hadn't heard from them since the day before the invasion and as much as Arte hated to admit it they missed them. It was too quiet without Leo jokes and their father scolding him.
"Papí... Maybe we should call them or something? What if something bad happened?" They finally said while helping Hueso close the restaurant. Their father looked up from the booth he was at, shaking his head.
"It isn't our business. We will wait until they call us. We do not want to bother them." He said, making the teenage sigh. They nodded slightly going to the back to put something away. Arte was not patient at all and all this waiting was just making them worry more. They were debating just calling without permission when the phone rang. Without thinking Arte quickly set down what rag and cleaner they were holding and rushed to answer the phone.
"Run of the Mill, what can I get for you?" They rushed out the standard greeting, hoping it was who they wanted on the other line. They waited for an answer with baited breath, and they almost squealed when the person answered with a nickname that very few people were allowed to use.
"Misa? I know you and Señor Hueso are probably busy cleaning but do you think you could bring us some pizzas or something..? We don't have much to work with here."
"April! Of course, I'll tell Papí right now, we'll be there as soon as possible." Arte was practically vibrating with excitement and nervousness as they hung up and rushed to tell their father, while also turning on the lights to the kitchen.
"Papí! We need to make all the Hamato's favorites! April called and they need food."