[In a world that seemed to be constantly on the verge of change, some things stubbornly remained the same; Baratie and Garp's dietary proclivities. The maitre'd gets a silent nod of thanks as Garp takes his seat and it's not long before a familiar thud of wood upon flooring reaches his ears. It'll be easier to talk and reminisce over things in person than via snail at least.
There's Zeff along with a waiter who seemingly looks as if he's about to be fed to a Sea King. A newbie, then. The burgers themselves look perfect of course, Zeff and the restaurant having earned their reputation for good reason.
Garp straightens his shoulders, opting to easily play the part as he fixes the young waiter with a piercing stare. ]
No, not even a hint of green. Think you can carry that empty tray back to the kitchen yourself, son?
[ The waiter's mouth flops open like a fish out of water as he struggles to form any reply. Zeff steers the waiter towards the kitchen and gives him a gentle push-- like teaching someone to ride a bike, all the rider needs is a little momentum. ]
Off you go then.
[ Shaking his head, Zeff takes a seat opposite Garp. ]
They all start around here saying they've got the work ethic, they can fight a hungry giant...put them in front of a customer? I've seen barnacles hold better conversations.
[ Zeff sets a bottle of top-shelf stuff he brought in tow on the table before corralling two glasses. Drinks are poured and one slid in Garp's direction. ]
[Garp watches as the newbie is gently pushed in the direction of the kitchen, doing his best to keep his expression stern. Anyone who knows the vice-admiral will recognise the smallest hint of amusement in his eyes, however. Kids, they always needed a push and then eventually they find their own feet. ]
Never changes, even marines are like that when they first join. Though we both know in future it'll be getting them to shut up that's the trick. [ Garp has no doubt in his mind that Zeff would hire anyone incompetent, the newbie would find their feet before running all the way. ]
Humbling them is one small joy. [ The drink is accepted and Garp takes a moment to drink from the glass, quietly impressed by what is on offer so far. ] Still feeling the loss of your other member of staff?
[ Zeff lets a smirk linger for only a moment before taking a sip from his own glass. Truthfully? The mouthiness of the Baratie crew never bothers him much: independent thinkers are welcome so long as they respect the hierarchy. People need a place to be creative. And the diners? They need to take that fuel and do what they need to at sea: that is the purpose of a cook. The boy will find his place.
The mention of Sanji prompts Zeff to clear his throat. His eyes fall to the table letting the permanent scowl break only for a few seconds to show hesitation, concern and, yes, some creases of remorse. ]
Thinks he's got places to be like everyone his age.
[ A single sniff and roll of his eyes regains his composure. Better than the little bastard sulking around the restaurant any longer spoiling the mood for everyone else. ]
Probably won't even write. [ Garp might be a regular customer by now but Zeff knows that doesn't absolve the Vice-Admiral from doing his job: pirates are pirates. Even that grandson of his can't seem to catch a break. ] But if his luck turns? He's going right back down to dishwashing.
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There's Zeff along with a waiter who seemingly looks as if he's about to be fed to a Sea King. A newbie, then. The burgers themselves look perfect of course, Zeff and the restaurant having earned their reputation for good reason.
Garp straightens his shoulders, opting to easily play the part as he fixes the young waiter with a piercing stare. ]
No, not even a hint of green. Think you can carry that empty tray back to the kitchen yourself, son?
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Off you go then.
[ Shaking his head, Zeff takes a seat opposite Garp. ]
They all start around here saying they've got the work ethic, they can fight a hungry giant...put them in front of a customer? I've seen barnacles hold better conversations.
[ Zeff sets a bottle of top-shelf stuff he brought in tow on the table before corralling two glasses. Drinks are poured and one slid in Garp's direction. ]
Glad you have a good time humbling them too.
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Never changes, even marines are like that when they first join. Though we both know in future it'll be getting them to shut up that's the trick. [ Garp has no doubt in his mind that Zeff would hire anyone incompetent, the newbie would find their feet before running all the way. ]
Humbling them is one small joy. [ The drink is accepted and Garp takes a moment to drink from the glass, quietly impressed by what is on offer so far. ] Still feeling the loss of your other member of staff?
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The mention of Sanji prompts Zeff to clear his throat. His eyes fall to the table letting the permanent scowl break only for a few seconds to show hesitation, concern and, yes, some creases of remorse. ]
Thinks he's got places to be like everyone his age.
[ A single sniff and roll of his eyes regains his composure. Better than the little bastard sulking around the restaurant any longer spoiling the mood for everyone else. ]
Probably won't even write. [ Garp might be a regular customer by now but Zeff knows that doesn't absolve the Vice-Admiral from doing his job: pirates are pirates. Even that grandson of his can't seem to catch a break. ] But if his luck turns? He's going right back down to dishwashing.