((It's about time for a topic in here. Order something! ORDER!))
Xeph stirred his bowl cheerfully, adding a pinch of pepper and basil to the sauce. At the same time, he checked the oven for his muffins. Ahhh. Cooking was a joy.
Lifting the chili off the stove, he cut the burner off, and then removed his muffins as well. As he walked outside the kitchen though... :shock:
N-N-N-NO CUSSSSSTOMERSS!?!?!?
Xeph broke a fork in his hand, before going back to yell at the part timers. Sob, won't someone dine in his resturant?