[She was sliding pies into the oven, but froze. She'd stopped dead when, of all voices to rise to her aid, it was his.
She looked up to the Scions, surely... it's why she signed up in the first place. But surely he had better, more important things to do than help with a lunch rush. Clients, shadowy figures grumbled and some even got up to leave, dissipating into nothing before they reached the door.
Before she could stop herself, her face had gone completely red just watching him, an odd rush of color to her otherwise black-and-white face. Realizing herself, she quickly fanned her face with oven mitt-covered hands and resumed her tasks.]
I'm sorry... I don't know why they're particularly cruel today. I'm- everything I make usually turns out well enough. I worked at the Bismarck, you know. But everything's such a mess today... it's like my spark's just gone bye-bye birdie...
[Talking too much. Staring a little again. Gods. What was the matter with her? Fanning herself again, she went for the empty glasses and moved for the taps.]
...I'll fetch those drinks, gentlemen, just give me two shakes of a lamb's tail!
[Though momentarily placated, the crowds were murmuring their displeasure. But Madhuri plastered on another smile and got right to it.]
The- the soups could use a stirring when you have a minute and a pour into the bowls, dear- err... I mean... dear HERO of our age! If these pies don't burn and I finish slicing and plating the sandwiches, that should just about cover the rest of the guests.
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She looked up to the Scions, surely... it's why she signed up in the first place. But surely he had better, more important things to do than help with a lunch rush. Clients, shadowy figures grumbled and some even got up to leave, dissipating into nothing before they reached the door.
Before she could stop herself, her face had gone completely red just watching him, an odd rush of color to her otherwise black-and-white face. Realizing herself, she quickly fanned her face with oven mitt-covered hands and resumed her tasks.]
I'm sorry... I don't know why they're particularly cruel today. I'm- everything I make usually turns out well enough. I worked at the Bismarck, you know. But everything's such a mess today... it's like my spark's just gone bye-bye birdie...
[Talking too much. Staring a little again. Gods. What was the matter with her? Fanning herself again, she went for the empty glasses and moved for the taps.]
...I'll fetch those drinks, gentlemen, just give me two shakes of a lamb's tail!
[Though momentarily placated, the crowds were murmuring their displeasure. But Madhuri plastered on another smile and got right to it.]
The- the soups could use a stirring when you have a minute and a pour into the bowls, dear- err... I mean... dear HERO of our age! If these pies don't burn and I finish slicing and plating the sandwiches, that should just about cover the rest of the guests.