8th Day of Spring 514 AV
Cosette's mood was unusually bright this busy morning of mornings. Not because something good had happened, but because somehow the passing of winter and the explosion of green about the countryside had lifted her spirits. Vibrant rebirth, the smell of fresh air blowing in from the sea and the warmth - muted as that was - lent her a pleasant mood which suited her well.
She struck the glass sitting on the table lightly with a spoon and the chime alerted a waiter to the newest dish to come out of the kitchen. The peach pie that was still steaming was ferried off and Cosette took off her mittens and chef's apron in favor of the server's apron. Though she was now a chef by profession, the nuit wasn't blind to the needs of the workplace.
The Herald's Arm's revenue was primarily made during the evening. The morning wasn't it's peak operating time and thus they were usually lightly manned during the day... a problem sometimes so if one had her hands free she might be obligated to take over other responsibilities. One such responsibility was to take orders.
Sometimes orders could be misinterpreted by waiters and waitresses, but if the chef herself was taking the orders directly from the customers it made the whole operation smoother and she could personalize the dish to that client's palette.
"Good Morning!" she chirped brightly, attending to the table of a pair of Syliran Knights... or was it a knight and his squire? that had only just taken a vacant table. "Welcome to the Herald's Arm, is there anything in particular that either of you might want? We've pastry, fowl, pork and bounty fresh from the sea this morning."
Cosette's mood was unusually bright this busy morning of mornings. Not because something good had happened, but because somehow the passing of winter and the explosion of green about the countryside had lifted her spirits. Vibrant rebirth, the smell of fresh air blowing in from the sea and the warmth - muted as that was - lent her a pleasant mood which suited her well.
She struck the glass sitting on the table lightly with a spoon and the chime alerted a waiter to the newest dish to come out of the kitchen. The peach pie that was still steaming was ferried off and Cosette took off her mittens and chef's apron in favor of the server's apron. Though she was now a chef by profession, the nuit wasn't blind to the needs of the workplace.
The Herald's Arm's revenue was primarily made during the evening. The morning wasn't it's peak operating time and thus they were usually lightly manned during the day... a problem sometimes so if one had her hands free she might be obligated to take over other responsibilities. One such responsibility was to take orders.
Sometimes orders could be misinterpreted by waiters and waitresses, but if the chef herself was taking the orders directly from the customers it made the whole operation smoother and she could personalize the dish to that client's palette.
"Good Morning!" she chirped brightly, attending to the table of a pair of Syliran Knights... or was it a knight and his squire? that had only just taken a vacant table. "Welcome to the Herald's Arm, is there anything in particular that either of you might want? We've pastry, fowl, pork and bounty fresh from the sea this morning."