"Nah, but I kill all the animals myself and make sure the food is up to standard. The job of the chef is to make sure everything runs smoothly, and in my case, adapt the menu on the fly to fit the demands of the clients."
"I could have someone come by and work alongside you... He's a right arse and commanding as a ship's captain but he works good y'know?" She smiled brightly
"That would be..." he yawns, revealing his sharp little chompers, "...great. Thank you."
"Nah, but I kill all the animals myself and make sure the food is up to standard. The job of the chef is to make sure everything runs smoothly, and in my case, adapt the menu on the fly to fit the demands of the clients."
"I could have someone come by and work alongside you... He's a right arse and commanding as a ship's captain but he works good y'know?" She smiled brightly
"That would be..." he yawns, revealing his sharp little chompers, "...great. Thank you."
"His name is Samaritan. Hell chef or something, I don't know, I don't keep up with politics." She shrugged
"That would be..." he yawns, revealing his sharp little chompers, "...great. Thank you."
"His name is Samaritan. Hell chef or something, I don't know, I don't keep up with politics." She shrugged
"Cool. Haven't been to Hell in like, a while. I'm not good with politics either. I'm paid to not pay attention." He climbs her dress to get a sip of her drink. "Wan' some strawberry syrup with that?"
"That would be..." he yawns, revealing his sharp little chompers, "...great. Thank you."
"His name is Samaritan. Hell chef or something, I don't know, I don't keep up with politics." She shrugged
"Cool. Haven't been to Hell in like, a while. I'm not good with politics either. I'm paid to not pay attention." He climbs her dress to get a sip of her drink. "Wan' some strawberry syrup with that?"
"Nah, pretty sure it would ruin the strawberry syrup honestly. Whatever I've created, it's awful." She laughed
"Cool. Haven't been to Hell in like, a while. I'm not good with politics either. I'm paid to not pay attention." He climbs her dress to get a sip of her drink. "Wan' some strawberry syrup with that?"
"Nah, pretty sure it would ruin the strawberry syrup honestly. Whatever I've created, it's awful." She laughed
"Yeah, it's pretty bad. If I wasn't basically immune to alcohol at this point, I'd probably be dead." He lets go and sort of tumbles to the ground.
"Cool. Haven't been to Hell in like, a while. I'm not good with politics either. I'm paid to not pay attention." He climbs her dress to get a sip of her drink. "Wan' some strawberry syrup with that?"
"Nah, pretty sure it would ruin the strawberry syrup honestly. Whatever I've created, it's awful." She laughed
"Yeah, it's pretty bad. If I wasn't basically immune to alcohol at this point, I'd probably be dead." He lets go and sort of tumbles to the ground.
She chuckled, throwing the drink over the side railing. It shatters on the ground, sizzling the pavement like acid.
"That would be..." he yawns, revealing his sharp little chompers, "...great. Thank you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"His name is Samaritan. Hell chef or something, I don't know, I don't keep up with politics." She shrugged
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"Cool. Haven't been to Hell in like, a while. I'm not good with politics either. I'm paid to not pay attention." He climbs her dress to get a sip of her drink. "Wan' some strawberry syrup with that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah, pretty sure it would ruin the strawberry syrup honestly. Whatever I've created, it's awful." She laughed
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"Yeah, it's pretty bad. If I wasn't basically immune to alcohol at this point, I'd probably be dead." He lets go and sort of tumbles to the ground.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckled, throwing the drink over the side railing. It shatters on the ground, sizzling the pavement like acid.
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