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Cafe Fina, Wednesday

Walter opened Cafe Fina after his morning workshop, putting his mind to the question of where he could best secret lockpicks about his person.

Once again, he would be handling the lunch shift, while Wadsworth held down the fort for dinner.

Whether Wadsworth had lockpicks secreted on his person was a question Walter didn't wish to investigate personally.

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Walter's tailor was already challenged enough trying to make trousers that would stand up to his idea of workouts.

Nadia wandered into Cafe Fina, figuring she ought to get the lay of the land where she'd be doing her 'punishment' from the perspective of an employee, and not just a customer.

Though she'd still been angry when she left the gym, the interlude of kicking about a football had done wonders for her mood.

"Walter! There's a nun who plays football in the park!"

Walter came out of the kitchen with a glass of sparkling pear cider for her. "A nun? She doesn't have guns or a sword or a rabid hatred of non-Catholics, does she?"

"Um. . . ." Nadia frowned and accepted the cider. "Not that I saw? She was pretty good at football."

Walter shrugged. He hadn't really explained Iscariot to her. "Alright then. How did your talk with Alfred go?"

Nadia's expression darkened for the briefest moments before she remembered she was in Alfred's restaurant, and odds were good he'd find out if she pitched a fit, here. She switched to the neutral look she'd been practicing so much, recently.

"He said I was rude to his friend and has asked me to work a shift here as punishment."

Walter nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "When are you supposed to work?"

Nadia shrugged noncommitally ~~because we haven't worked that out yet in the thread~~. "I've never waitressed before. I don't know the first thing about it."

Really, he shouldn't be quite as amused as he was. He was trying not to let it show. "Is that why you're here? To get some tips before you have to work? I can show you where to find things and give you an idea of Alfred's expectations, if you'd like."

Nadia nodded. "I need to be prepared. Get an idea of how this is going to work so I can op-tech anything else I'm going to need and do a good job."

"Right then. Let me show you around, introduce you to the kitchen staff, those sorts of things. If it is only for a day, you will not have to remember quite as many things."

That smile that was forcing its way past the neutral mask probably indicated that Walter would be dining at Cafe Fina the day Nadia worked.

Nadia had a sinking feeling that half the town was going to be dining at Cafe Fina the day she worked. She pulled out a microcassette recorder and turned it on, then pulled out her notebook.

She was damn well going to pretend to be the best damned waitress there was. No one would suspect that she'd never done it before.

. . .

This might require a wig.

Wadsworth's tailor just had to deal with the fact that his ancestry wanted to lend him to a pronounced stoutness about the tum, so far held in check by ~~a corset~~ diet.

Ping here for Cafe Fina butler-fu. Note the lack of offers of special services, please.

*pouts* No special services?

*pouts also*

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