[The feed blinks on in time to catch a loud clatter, the blue jewels of Fai's
NV clattering against the screen as the device goes skittering across the countertop. He doesn't notice - he's too busy with a regular cordless phone caught between his shoulder and his ear, his hands busy as he adds a dash of spices to one pot, flips a crepe with the other, then sets that down to spin on his heels, check the oven behind him. His voice, however, is clearly agitated.]
What do you mean, pulling the liquor license? We just paid the-- No, he never showed up! I'd be happy to negotiate with your representative, but I can't do so with thin air...
[He huffs, blue eye flashing gold in his anger, narrows slightly as he glares at the sink faucet across the room.]
You seem to misunderstand. I'm running with minimal staff as is. I don't have another cook. I can't go there to meet him, so he really needs to come here. Yes... Yes that's--dammit!
[The phone clatters noisily to the floor as the faucet seemingly explodes, water spraying out in a sudden rushing wave - right before he lifts a hand towards it. Bright blue-white runes stream out, encircle his hand just before the water simply freezes mid-air, glittering in icy shards between the sink and the food simmering. He steps closer, gives the pot a stir again, then smiles in satisfaction before turning towards the door, a shout on his lips before the feed cuts out.]
Hey, Rain?! Can you see if there are any plumbers near here? I think I broke the sink!