My translation stuff

It was the morning of the debut of the tears of falling stars. Stock Company men had already gathered inside and outside the store—dodgy-looking characters, each and every one of them. An infestation of Becks was the best way to describe it. Becks are like cockroaches. There’s never only one. “Ugh, this is such a pain in the ass!” “We don’t got all day! Whatever it is, get on with it!” “We’re here on Mr. Leroy’s orders, y’hear me?” They were still grumbling as they were handed glasses with the tears of falling stars, but that changed the moment Marie and Rye added in the fruit juice. “W-What the—?!” “Did you see that?! The color changed! Is it magic? Damn, this brat can do magic!” “Smells real nice. Cold as a motherfucker too! Haha, it’s gonna freeze my hand off!” They were making a lot of noise. Stella wanted to urge them on, but before she could, they started drinking on their own. These were the regular tears of falling stars, meant for the general public. “This is good !” “ Ahhh ! ...

“Good morning.” “Yeah, good morning—Wait, you’re already up? Did you actually only sleep for half an hour?” “If I slept through the whole afternoon I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. I’m not stupid. This was just a nap to rest my brain.” “Why you gotta be so rational all the time? If you’re tired, just sleep.” “Anyway, it’s time for my magic training. I’ll be in the back transmuting some water. The rest of you, get the store ready for tomorrow. Well, clean up, I suppose.” “What about our inventory?” asked Marie. “We’re almost out of consumable goods.” “That’s not a problem. We’ll remain a general store in name, but I’m not going to waste my time mass-selling products with low profit margins. That might work for other people, but not for me.” “So are we going to open to the public like this? If you want to do proper business, you should resupply—” “The previous owner tried to do ‘proper business.’ It didn’t work. This town has its own rules.” And when he tried his luck with some shad...