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[solo_insanity]

[It isn't so odd for this place to have a sit down place or two to eat. This particular one contains a lot of earthen brown floors, bright red walls, and silver trimmings. The lighting is a bit dim to give a bit more homey atmosphere

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[latenightmoon]

....well on the brightside. You're learning a skill.

[solo_insanity]

Am I? And what would that be.

[Doesn't want to think about asking for her order. He'll be in the kitchen all night and probably still only be halfway through. Cursed Allen Walker reincarnation's and their bottomless pit stomachs.]

[latenightmoon]

Yeah, how to cook. Pizza is something you can freeze and lazily heat up later.

[solo_insanity]

[She said 'lazily' which sound delightful in his book. But it also went with the word 'frozen'. That is marginally not delightful.]

I see you've done this before then. I could use a waitress. Or a second cook. Truly, I'm not really picky at the moment.

[latenightmoon]

How long are you stuck in this shop?

[solo_insanity]

[Points at the counting hours behind him with a heavy sigh.]

Let's just say the the first dozen hours or so were training, shall we?

[latenightmoon]

[She sighs, and pulls off her gloves, tucking them into her coat.] Well, I'll help you get out of here but you have to pay attention. If I have to do all the work, you're going to be bald. For the rest of your life.

[solo_insanity]

[Unconsciously brings the hand to the back of his head.]

Honestly, now, that would be unflattering.

[But he gives a nod of agreement. More help than he was expecting.]

[latenightmoon]

Yeah you'd have that Lex Luthor look going then and I'd never take you seriously ever again.

What type of ovens are we dealing with and how modern?

[solo_insanity]

I'm sure this is a jab at my manly visage somehow, but who am I to judge?

[Ahahaha. Looks behind him. They are wooden stoves. Had the establishment paid for the higher model they would be more modern, but they can do the job well. And even have timers to boot. But Tyki sees none of this.]

My, there are a bit square-ish. And they hold heat well. Does an oven need to be anything more?

[latenightmoon]

Nah, Lex Luthor is a well known villain for Superman.

Just gives me an idea what we're working with. [She stashes her coat and weapons before going to wash her hands.] How much business have you done since you got here?

[solo_insanity]

[Looking at above threads. He may have gotten two cheese pizzas done so far, but he can't be bothered to remember.] A few. Though, at least the salads are already made in the fridge.

[Intrigued really. Learning hands on was always better than reading it off of notes.] And what exactly are you going to help me make?

[latenightmoon]

What do you feel like making? [She dries her hands and checks the fridge for the chilled ingredients.] And don't answer 'nothing'.

[solo_insanity]

[How do you know what exactly he is going to say?]

A bit of pig, some greens. That sounds about right, doesn't it?