xʏ ⚡ᴍᴜsᴇʟɪsᴛ ⚡ᴄᴏᴅᴇʙᴏx (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
shipping) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2013-02-23 09:37 pm
shipping) wrote in bakerstreet2013-02-23 09:37 pm
Food Service AU Meme
 ☑ Congrats, you've entered the wonderful world of food service. Alternatively to picking a restaurant from the list below, you can name one (Applebee's, McDonald's) or a type (pizzeria, dim sum, biergarten). And don't forget to name a relationship (like server/customer, coworkers, etc!) ☑RESTAURANT 2. Fast food, food court at the mall, your high school cafeteria, and any other convenience place, like your deli. 3. A buffet or buffet bar, maybe on the deck of a cruise ship, maybe at your wedding... 4. A bar, a pub... Really, you're probably not here for the food. 5. Casual dining with counter service, including cafés, bakeries, and the trendy new place that sells only cupcakes. Or just your favorite sandwich. 6. Contemporary dining, including sit-down chain restaurants, and diners. 7. High-end dining, like $300 pre-fixe daily-changing menu, Michelin stars, the works. 8. Whatever else you want! ☑SCENARIO 2. This is the worst dining experience you've ever had. You waited an hour to get seated, there's a hair in your food and your waiter is super rude. 3. Your waiter or diner is really cute. Maybe you can write your number on a napkin or their coffee cup. 4. This is some sort of reality television show. Maybe your competition is trying to sabotage you. Seriously, all they're doing is garnish!! 5. Oh, that's awkward. You have some sort of food allergy or dietary restriction and you dug in already... But that's the wrong order and you might just break out in hives. 6. You and your coworkers are on the sidelines watching something happen. Uh oh... is that guy trying to propose? At this place? 7. Sometimes the staff doesn't get along... or maybe your owner is a jerk and is late with your paycheck again... Maybe you're the chef, and she won't let you fix up the menu. You've just had it with this place. 8. It's opening night, and you're pretty nervous... The place is packed, the line's out the door, and you do not have time for any issues. 9. Your own scenario! |
no subject
[And you know what else is she is amazing at? Sneaking into work late. Her shift started at 9:00 AM, and it's 9:17 AM, the restaurant opens in less than two hours and none of the prep is done...]
[And here's the new girl, literally ducked down to hide behind the tables and booths to not be seen as she creeps along!]
no subject
Not only because it was necessary and because the fate of Emmeryn's Bar and Grill ultimately lay in their combined efforts, but because he wanted to let Robin know he was on to her. He knew about her history, her lack of punctuality and her less than stellar work ethic. And her tendency to forget. Everything.
Why Chrom hired her, he'll never know. But he wouldn't complain. No. He'll just...ensure everything goes smoothly and everyone's reminded of why they work the way they do. Like now, for example. He's doubled over a cutting board chopping up vegetables when she tiptoes in.
Then stands tall and upright, and slams the knife down when she almost passes by.]
Good morning, Robin. How wonderful of you to join us today. I hope we aren't intruding on your busy schedule.
no subject
[Gods, but that knife's THWOCK was loud! Robin's yelp is joined by her leaping into the air, her black apron with its strange circular markings fluttering up with her. She turns to face him and holds both hands out, laughing nervously like an idiot.]
Oh, no no no! Not at all, I was just, ah, that is... I don't really remember the bus schedule, of course.
[She laughs awkwardly again and taps the side of her head with her finger.]
Amnesia, I see! Um, I hope you didn't...
[She looks into the kitchen. Holy crap, Frederick, you really started doing everything. The vegetables are chopped and everything was already going. The crew here was so good! And this is really kind of incredible. And really very guilt-inducing.]
...do too much of my work.
no subject
[Yes, he did the majority of her work -- and exceptionally well -- but as he said, there's always work to do. And he drives this point home by sweeping a hand across the impeccably clean kitchen and arranged food to...a giant defrosted tuna.]
You can de-bone an entire fish, can you not?
[Of course she can. Any respectable chef can. Except it's an annoying and disgusting and unnaturally tough thing to do. But, hey, if she wants to show up late and all...]
That way I can have a talk with Chrom...
[About why in Naga's name he hired you.]
no subject
[Robin apparently learned at the Stayed at a Holiday Inn Last Night Culinary School. She goes into the kitchen and looks at the huge tuna, her eyebrows rising slowly. That is the biggest tuna that she has ever laid eyes upon.]
W-whoa...
[Still, her reputation is on the line! She walks over, then pulls her chef's knife out of the metal holding on her belt.]
Don't worry about me! I'll get to work while you have that chat with Chrom!
LMAO. Holiday Inn.
[Satisfied once all is said and done, Frederick removes his apron and ever-so-neatly folds it up and places it on the counter beside that big-ass tuna's head.]
I shall return with more work for you to do.
[Or a pink slip. Whichever way works.]
no subject
[She starts the deboning, while Frederick takes off. When he comes back, it's nothing short of a miracle. It looks as if Robin has deboned four of the fish! And yet, something is strange...]
[The oven is on. There is a pineapple glaze sitting in a sauce pan, which clearly has been poured on something. And Robin is busily chopping up parsley off to one side, with a stack of various vegetables.]
[She is also whistling while she works.]
no subject
There were five, Robin. I --
[Oh.
Oh.
What's this? Did she really start on the--? And were those--? And she's whistling?]
...
[Clearly he's either gone mad or she was replaced while he was gone.]
...good job, Robin.
no subject
[Robin turns around cheerfully. Somehow, she has acquired mangos. Who knows where or how. Maybe she made them appear, fully-formed, as if by magic. More likely than not, Lissa brought them in without mentioning anything.]
I decided to add some mango to the pineapple-basted tuna. I think the more mellow flavor will blend well with the pineapple, while adding a slight tanginess.
I also have some jasmine rice cooking!
[Deep breath. Focus!]
What did Chrom have to say?
no subject
He's impressed, to say the least. And surprised.]
Ah, Chrom has nothing but the highest praise for you. He hopes to have you full-time as an executive in the coming weeks. If you don't mind.
[Curiosity gets the better of him and he soon finds himself armed with a tasting spoon and dips it into the glaze -- pineapple and mango on tuna, she says? A strange combination.
...
And yet, it's just as she described. He licks his lips and lets the flavor settle. Sweet with a slight tanginess, and fresh.]
...did you just devise that? Or was this a recipe you've recalled?
no subject
[Maybe if her Social Security card didn't have "ROBIN NOT REALLY SURE WHAT MY LAST NAME IS" and ???-??-???? on it...]
[Oh! He tried her glaze! That makes Robin look up, pleased as punch.]
I just thought it up! I have a sixth sense for what flavors go together. The rice should also help--oh, and I was thinking of a spread of a few fruits you would just put on it...
[She reaches up to the dish rack above her, to pull a plate down, but she is lost in thought. Which means that one rack of dishes comes tumbling down.]
[CRASH.]
no subject
[There's about a minute delay before Frederick even moves, let alone says anything, after all of the dishes shatter and clatter all over the place. Once it falls uncomfortably silent again, he clears his throat and picks off a small chunk of broken plate from his shoulder.]
...this is why we pick the plates from the top of the rack, as opposed to the bottom.
[Without another word, he moves to quickly retrieve a broom and dustpan.]
no subject
[Robin laughs nervously. But laughing nervously and looking embarrassed is not cleaning up plate shards. She looks down at the floor, before she looks up at Frederick.]
Ah, I can do it!
[She holds her hands out for the broom and dustpan.]
no subject
[It's not that he doubts she can do it, but after a mishap like that, one can never be too sure. He slowly hands over the dustpan and broom.]
no subject
[She takes the broom and starts sweeping up the remains of the plates into the dustpan. That all goes quite swimmingly.]
[Until the oven timer goes off.]
Aah! The tuna!
no subject
No matter; Frederick's already at the oven and opening it with an oven mitt. The billowy black smoke doesn't bother him none. Nor does the pungent smile of burnt ahi tuna.]
...perhaps you ought to go home for the day.
no subject
[Her shoulders slump. She puts her face in her hand and then... she sniffles.]
I'm so, so sorry! I thought--I thought I set the timer right, and... oh no, Chrom believed in me and I've let him down. Gods!
[aaaahhh that awkward moment where you don't have an upset/disappointed icon D:]