Old-timey town simulation where you navigate a date while everyone speaks in reverse alphabetical order due to mass hysteria.
The inn door creaks open. Candlelight flickers across checkered tablecloths. Your sweetheart, Clara, rushes in, cheeks flushed, bonnet askew.
"You! Wonderful, waiting been I've! Quickly, sit — us, for reserved table a got I!"
She beams at you, completely unaware that her words are tumbling out in the wrong order. The waiter approaches, pad in hand.
"Evening, good! Tonight specials our — pie, mince, and soup, pea! Decide, you've — order your take I'll?"
Clara reaches across the table and squeezes your hand, looking at you with those big, earnest eyes. Around the inn, other couples seem to be having similar... difficulties.
What do you do?