Pizza Planet, Saturday
Evidently, when the pop-pushing polar bears had been around a few days ago, they'd managed to persuade someone -- Jen wasn't sure who it was, but using Keen Futuristic Police Deductive Skillz she'd narrowed down the kitchen staff to a list of two probable culprits -- to stock a whole bunch of bottles of caffeinated goodness with a very distinct logo in the fridge in back.
This was a problem today, with the new shipment of cheese that had come in. Protests of "But Antarctica!" were countered by "Until the next time the island moves," but in the end it was mostly Jen's scowly face that made the kitchen guys give in.
Jen even prevailed upon them to do a thorough job of cleaning the fridge out, which was why, as she hung around at the counter up front looking somewhat self-satisfied, the occasional horrified yelp came drifting out of the back.
Today's Special
Fresh basil, tomato, and pesto pizza
[OOC: I haven't had caffeine yet, can you tell? OCD-free and good to goooooooooooo.]
This was a problem today, with the new shipment of cheese that had come in. Protests of "But Antarctica!" were countered by "Until the next time the island moves," but in the end it was mostly Jen's scowly face that made the kitchen guys give in.
Jen even prevailed upon them to do a thorough job of cleaning the fridge out, which was why, as she hung around at the counter up front looking somewhat self-satisfied, the occasional horrified yelp came drifting out of the back.
Today's Special
Fresh basil, tomato, and pesto pizza
[OOC: I haven't had caffeine yet, can you tell? OCD-free and good to goooooooooooo.]