Afficionado Arms - Midday Wednesday

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Bas makes a run through to make sure the kitchen is good shape before leading Deb in and introducing her to the kitchen staff.

"We are all at your disposal. I'll even make a last minute run to the mainland if there's something you need that we don't have."

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Deb takes a look around and tries not to ogle the equipment too much.

"Thank you, Sebastian. But I think Mr. Crowley got everything." She turns to the cooks. "Today, we're mostly doing baking and prep work. The roll and pie recipes should all be copied and distributed. I need some of you to set up the dressing so it can bake tomorrow."

She looks them over. "I don't know how many we're expecting, but let's do them the best Thanksgiving Grandma ever put on."

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An hour or so later, the weirdest noises can be heard coming from the kitchen. They sound like an irate faghag on a rampage.

"Whop the fuck puts pignoli and uncured olives in stuffing? It's Thanksgiving! People don't want gourmet, they want comfort! Oysters or sausage or cornbread, NOTHING ELSE!"

There is clanging and banging. "Nobody wants hard rolls or sourdough! Make the lightest, fluffiest grandma-style rolls you can."

She pats the pastry chefs. "Pies look fine, sweetie."