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Ask why all the servers today are carrying fire extinguishers and carrying large, metal collenders.

It's pretty cruel to chop up sentient jalapenos for a recipe.

Which was why Priestly was only trying to catch them and make them breathe fire at the food. Just to see what would happen.

Jalapenos, shmalapenos: Bay Kennish was not one to be trapped at the school by a few ... okay, a lot of ... fire-breathing sentient vegetables. She wanted lunch other than cafeteria food or dorm scrounging, and she was going to get it. And if she applied for a job or two while she was in town -- well, that seemed like a pretty good idea too.

By the time she got to the diner, she was wondering exactly how stupid she was. She wasn't hurt, but her jacket was badly burnt enough that it would have a date with the trash can as soon as she got home.

"Hi," she said, as she took a seat at the counter. "Can I have the ancho chile flan, a lemonade, and a job application, please?"

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"Yes, yes, and no," Priestly said. "But only because I don't do applications. I run this joint, so we can skip straight to an interview, if you want."

"Oh, wow, I was not expecting it to be that easy," Bay told him, glancing Priestly over one more time. The mohawk didn't seem very manager-y, but she was hardly objecting -- it was cute on him. "But sure, let's go for it. To start with, I'm Bay Kennish and I am going to be a senior."

"Nice to meet you, Bay. I'm Priestly." He tossed the hand towel he'd been using to wipe down the counter over his shoulder and rubbed his hands. Trucker always seemed to know instinctively who'd fit in in his sandwich shop. Priestly suspected it had to do with whether or not they took one look at him and decided to flee, which, well, Bay had passed that little test already. "Question one: Elvis, alive or dead?"

"Interesting start to an interview," Bay told him, and gave the matter some proper thought before answering. "I think he's sort of like what my mom said about Santa. The real person is dead, but his spirit can be in all of us."

"Huh," Priestly said. Well, it showed creativity, and a certain flight of fancifulness. Both good signs. "What's your opinion on vegetables?"

"I like them fine when they aren't spitting fire at me?" Bay offered. "But it makes a difference what vegetable we're taking about, here."

"Fair enough," Priestly said. "Any experience working in the food service industry?"

Bay shook her head. "Not really. But my dad owns car washes, and I've filled in as his office minion and cashier type on and off since I was like 13. And there are some amazing cooks in my family, so I've picked up a couple things just by immersion."

Was that enough? She hoped it was enough. She smoothed a hand over her hair, hoping to project competence.

Honestly, Priestly had known he was going to hire her the moment she asked for an application. The rest was just formalities.

"Cool," he said. "When are you available to work? I've got a guy on Saturdays, but every other day is free."

"I got it?" Bay hadn't known she was a shoo-in, so she was going to take a second to beam. "Thank you so much, Priestly! Um ... is Tuesday okay for my shift? I don't have classes but it's not too close to the weekend."

She wanted weekends off. For ... reasons.

Hey, Priestly wasn't so far from being a high school student, himself, he remembered the preciousness of weekends.

"All yours. That just leaves the freezer, then."

"What about the freezer?" Bay asked, wondering whether this was a hitch and it was full of dead bodies or something.

"I meant to ask," Priestly said, because cryptic-ness was fun and charming! "How good is your sense of direction? It's not a prerequisite, but it could be helpful."

"It's fine," Bay said doubtfully. (She did not seem to find the cryptic-ness all that charming.) "Wait, how big is this freezer? Do you have ~~meta~~ Narnia back there?"

"That's one theory," Priestly said cheerfully. "We have laminated maps and parkas just inside the door." He propped open the door to the kitchen with one hand and nodded towards the metal freezer door beyond it. "Go on, check it out."

"Sure." Bay's eyebrows went up and stayed there for a moment, just to give him a chance to start laughing if he was BSing her.

When he didn't, she slid off the stool and headed toward the kitchen. Why not? It wasn't any weirder than flying jalapenos, and she had plenty of proof those were real. She pulled the freezer door open and stepped inside. "I got a map and a parka," she called back. "Do I just ... walk around now?"

"Sure," Priestly called back. "Take a few minutes to explore. There's a tram if you go back far enough."

The freezer really was absurdly large. It had to be, to hold enough ingredients to be able to keep up with the claim of being able to cook anything on demand.

"Okay," Bay yelled, and then ... did exactly that.

She didn't quite reach the tram. But she saw enough to get a sense that this was a lot bigger than she would have expected for a small diner. She was pretty sure there was a section with different varieties of sea urchins.

"It's like Whole Foods and the weird Korean supermarket had babies back here," she called. This was a good thing. "no Narnia yet..."

"That's got to be the best description I've heard yet," Priestly called back.

"I was pretty proud of that one," Bay preened, and popped back to the mouth of the freezer. "Okay, is there anything in particular I'm looking for or should I just explore? My hands are getting numb."

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"You can come back out if you want," Priestly said. "I just figure that's something folks should see before their first shift, you know?"

Uh, yeah, April totally wanted in on this spicy Mexican food situation. If that meant being mocked for her drunk texts, so be it.

She flopped down at the counter, and after a quick "Hey" and a brief self-examination of what might have been a scorch mark on the shoulder of her jacket, she requested, "Can I get, like, infinite enchiladas?"

[[WOW. let's pretend i know how to use OCD.]]

"Well, as close to it as a human can consume, sure," Priestly said with a grin. "Howdy, cowgirl. Happy belated birthday."

"Thanks." It had been, in point of fact, quite a birthday. You know. Blood alcohol content-wise. "Did I text you something about sombrero penises or something?"

Because that had gone out to someone.

"No, and now I'm almost disappointed." Only almost. "I got the ones about how to dye your hair with various types of alcohol."

"Ugh, that's lame." What? It was! "Sorry. I was more interesting with other people."

"Eh, it's all good," Priestly said. "It still made my night more interesting. You just getting over the hangover?"

"I don't get hungover," April lied. Huuuge lie. "It's because I have wolf blood."

"Man," Priestly said. "And I thought I was lucky just for having a hangover fairy."

Alas, his hangover fairy lived in a different city now. And wasn't actually a fairy.

"Wolf blood is more helpful," April assured him. "And being Puerto Rican. And a badass. With a black belt."

Guess which of those was the lie!

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"Black belt in what?" Priestly asked. Because it wasn't hard to own a belt that was black.

April paused. She hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know, krav maga."

Starting a lie with "I don't know" was totally good form. "Cool," Priestly said. "My friend's trying to train me up into a fighter, maybe you can give me some tips."

Wasn't it, though?

"Yeah, definitely," April said. "Well, the first thing would be to always begin a fight with neck-kicks."

"Soooo flexibility training, then." Seriously, the things she came up with. "Good to know."

And now I'm running late for work.

But FLYING FIRE-BREATHING JALAPENOS. How could I pass it up?

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