Dungeons & Days Off (Kane)
May 21, 2013 21:58:00 GMT -5
Post by Ferris Macklin on May 21, 2013 21:58:00 GMT -5
It was Ferris's day off, but he was at the school anyway. He didn't actually mind. Back during his line cook days he'd gone into work almost every day and the whole 'days off' thing left him feeling a little adrift sometimes. Two of the part timers had called in sick, so he'd gone in to help with the lunch rush, arriving at 10 for prep and staying for service. In honor of his filling-in status, he wore a t-shirt that said "If Anybody Asks, I'm Not Here" and didn't put on his chef's coat. And just for fun, he let himself be bossed around. His minions enjoyed that maybe a little too much, but he didn't care. Lunch that day was giant baked potatoes with toppings like vegetarian chilli or veggies and cheese, with a side dish of either fried tofu in sauce or mini meatballs. It was a new thing for the kids, meat as a side dish. But since there had been no attempts on his life (yet), Ferris decided they were also taking it pretty well.
While the others cleaned up lunch, he'd helped with some dinner prep, and had then taken his own belated meal into the staff room. He had a leftover baked potato with chilli and cheese, but he'd brought his own extra toppings in his duckie lunchbag. Namely, extra cheese and chunks of fried pork belly. And of course, sides like snow pea pods, carrot sticks, and sweet pickles. There might have been a small opaque container of illict Cheetos kept hidden in the lunch bag. There might not have been. It was hard to say. It was equally difficult to discern if the yellow metal water bottle had iced tea in it or flat Coke.
Sue him, it was his day off.
Ferris yawned without covering it. He had some stuff to get at the store before he went home. A handvac. Green onions. Jars, because canning season was coming up. Organic pectin, if there was any. Shoelaces, because whoever had written that the ones he had in his Cons now fit shoes of '10-12 eyelets' had totally been kidding. Oh, fresh ginger. And strawberries were coming in, he should check them.
But for now, he ought to concentrate on his potato, because the pork belly was making it awesome. Pork belly made everything awesome, really. The small amount of proto-bacon was inadvertently perfuming the staff lounge with the scent of fat. Ferris felt bad about that, but he'd handi-wipe the table afterward to make up for it.
He'd left nothing on the tables in the last three days. Would people get ramp pickles or not? Ponderances.
While the others cleaned up lunch, he'd helped with some dinner prep, and had then taken his own belated meal into the staff room. He had a leftover baked potato with chilli and cheese, but he'd brought his own extra toppings in his duckie lunchbag. Namely, extra cheese and chunks of fried pork belly. And of course, sides like snow pea pods, carrot sticks, and sweet pickles. There might have been a small opaque container of illict Cheetos kept hidden in the lunch bag. There might not have been. It was hard to say. It was equally difficult to discern if the yellow metal water bottle had iced tea in it or flat Coke.
Sue him, it was his day off.
Ferris yawned without covering it. He had some stuff to get at the store before he went home. A handvac. Green onions. Jars, because canning season was coming up. Organic pectin, if there was any. Shoelaces, because whoever had written that the ones he had in his Cons now fit shoes of '10-12 eyelets' had totally been kidding. Oh, fresh ginger. And strawberries were coming in, he should check them.
But for now, he ought to concentrate on his potato, because the pork belly was making it awesome. Pork belly made everything awesome, really. The small amount of proto-bacon was inadvertently perfuming the staff lounge with the scent of fat. Ferris felt bad about that, but he'd handi-wipe the table afterward to make up for it.
He'd left nothing on the tables in the last three days. Would people get ramp pickles or not? Ponderances.