Nancy
Rogue Werewolf
Chef/Owner: The Golden Dragon
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Post by Nancy on Jun 11, 2010 23:13:25 GMT
It had been a long, but in the end, that was always all right. She couldn’t really complain and she didn’t, unless someone did something stupid that made her want to slam their head against a table in an attempt to beat some common sense into them. She’d never actually do it, of course- not only would it be bad for business, but she didn’t need someone going to the cops and turning her in for assault, and never mind that James would probably never let her hear the end of it- but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t occasionally think about it. Or picture it in her mind, because she was guilty of doing that sometimes. It was, she told herself, therapeutic and kept her from hauling off and doing something that she would ultimately regret.
Glancing around the kitchen, she checked to make sure that everything was going smoothly. Normally, that wasn’t where the problems were; those usually came out in the dining area and usually because a customer was trying to get away with something. Every now and then, though, it was staff related and there would have to be a reprimand or a firing. She always hated having to fire someone, but mostly because it shook things up and there were a few days afterwards where it was all anyone would talk about. It had the tendency to get boring.
For tonight, though, everything seemed to be going well. She had added two new dishes to the menu earlier in the week and she was glad that not only were the cooks able to make the satisfactorily, but that the patrons seemed to be enjoying them. It was always nice when things went well.
Deciding that things in the kitchen were well in hand for the time being, Nancy stepped out into the main area of the restaurant and took a quick look around. So far, the night had gone smoothly, but only time would tell if things would continue that way.
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James
Rogue Werewolf
Karate Instructor
What am I leaving, when I'm done here
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Post by James on Jun 12, 2010 15:12:17 GMT
He could have cooked at home. Living with a Chef as a room mate and all around annoying best friend had taught James the value of cooking as well as the skills and bit by bit, over time, he had learnt enough to get by. It had been a fair trade; he taught Nancy how to protect herself in a fight and she taught him how to protect himself from his early attempts at cooking. Tonight though, he didn't feel like going to all the effort of making something. Or maybe he just didn't want to eat with only the dog for company, staring at him with soulful, mournful eyes, as though he was going to die if James didn't share his food, that he was a starving dog and needed shared dinner and no, he didn't know what that plate of stuff in his dog bowl actually was.
James really didn't feel up to that tonight, instead changing out of his training clothes and into something more suitable for going outside in. While he had no trouble in wandering around in his black and gold fighting outfit, he had come to accept that it wasn't always the best thing to wear and that what people considered 'normal' was different to his own views. Jeans and a neat black top seemed to work however, James setting off for what was by far his favouite place to eat; The Golden Dragon.
It was busy when he got there, a good sign and it made James smile that little bit just to see that it was popular tonight as it always was. Nancy more than deserved every inch of success that came her way after all the hard work she had put into this place, all the countess hours spent toiling on making sure it survived. Of course, it was so busy that James was starting to wonder if he should have called ahead, made a reservation but then Nancy would have known he was on his way, smiling growing on his face at the sight of his friend making her way out from the back.
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Nancy
Rogue Werewolf
Chef/Owner: The Golden Dragon
Posts: 15
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Post by Nancy on Jun 14, 2010 18:48:28 GMT
Nancy was convinced that both James and Gotham were incredibly spoiled, especially considering the fact that, more often than not, she would whip up something in the kitchen every night. Even the dog got freshly made food most nights, Nancy not caring for the fact that she didn’t know exactly what went into store bought dog food. Yes, she had read the labels before, but even then some of the ingredients were a complete and utter mystery. She saw no reason not to make Gotham a meal while she was already in the kitchen, making something for James and herself. That was, she suspected, why the dog was always so insistent upon them sharing their own meals with him- he didn’t know what to do when he found actual dog food in his bowl because it was something that he wasn’t used to.
While she wouldn’t actually admit it, she took some comfort in knowing that James was able to cook for himself when she was staying late at the restaurant. Naturally, he could go out or order in, but she still liked knowing that he was able to cook, especially since she was the one who gave him lessons when he was in the mood for them. That meant that she knew he was eating something better than a can of soup or some sandwich that he had managed to cobble together from whatever it was they might have stashed in the kitchen. As it was, she could be confident that he’d have an actual meal.
There was always a table to be had by James when he showed up at the restaurant, if not in the main room, then in one of the two little private party rooms that they boasted, even if she had to open it up just for him, something else she suspected spoiled him. Both were never in use at the same time and, on the rare nights when the main dining area was packed, she would have one opened up so there was room for people. She had decided early on that she preferred to have numerous four-person tables in the party rooms- much like those in the main area- rather than one large table where everyone would be crowded together. That also came in handy when the main room was close to overflowing.
Tonight, though the main room was packed, there were still a few tables left empty and, from where she was, she could see another group getting up to leave. One of the busboys were already heading in that direction to clean up and get the table ready for someone else, which she was glad to see. She loved the nights when things went well.
Glancing around, she spotted James and grinned, offering a little wave as she started towards him, stopping long enough to let those who had just gotten up to pass. “Decide that cooking is overrated tonight?” she asked by way of greeting as she stopped in front of him. She gave him a playfully suspicious look. “Or are you here to cause trouble?”
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James
Rogue Werewolf
Karate Instructor
What am I leaving, when I'm done here
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Post by James on Sept 27, 2010 14:21:49 GMT
On that, at least, he was in half agreement with her. She did spoil the dog, far too much, giving Gotham freshly made food when there were countless companies whose sole purpose was to make dog food, including companies that specifically catered towards the paranoid or the over indulgent owner, made from the strangest and highest quality things, so often it seemed as though the dog was eating better than the owner, from a quick glance into the shopping cart of those people who bought that kind of food for their dog. Still, he wouldn’t have Gotham any other way than spoilt, wouldn’t have Nancy any other way than how she was. But he certainly wasn’t spoilt himself. There were times – mostly when Nancy was at work and so couldn’t see – that James liked nothing better than to buy some fast food and chow down on it, despite the fact that it could only very charitably be called ‘food’.
Cooking was all very well and good, but it was Nancy’s passion, her field and he would never dream of trying to take that away from her by cooking too much or too often, not unless it was something she wanted him to do. To cook and spoil the dog – and take a reasonable amount of care with him – made her happy and so it made James happy.
He grinned as Nancy spotted him, making her way over to where he stood, a small little wave back as he waited. “Hey Princess, me trouble? I am shocked,” James replied, an innocent and shocked expression on his face to back up his words, hand lifting to press against his chest above his heart for a moment before dropping back down. “Shocked I tell you.”
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Nancy
Rogue Werewolf
Chef/Owner: The Golden Dragon
Posts: 15
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Post by Nancy on Oct 1, 2010 16:23:57 GMT
The thing with the fancy pet foods, though, was that, more often than not, it came out cheaper to make Gotham’s food herself from the things they had around the house. After all, they were buying the things anyway, and usually in amounts that would raise the eyebrows of many, so she saw no reason to buy the fancy pet food when it was simple enough to make it while she was already in the kitchen. Sure, Gotham occasionally got actual dog food, but she usually only put that in his bowl to appease James. If they were buying the stuff, they may as well use it, though it wasn’t unusual for her to top it was something that she had made herself, just so she’d know that their dog was getting something she knew was good for him and free of the ingredients she didn’t trust. As for James getting fast food, if that was what he wanted, that was what he was welcome to. She occasionally liked a good, greasy burger or something of the like, but most of the time, if she wanted a burger, she was going to make her own, not only because she could, but because she could add in anything she wanted to it.
It was no secret that she was happiest when she was cooking or taking care of Gotham and James, though she made sure not to go overboard with the latter. He probably wouldn’t have appreciated that and she would have had to get her revenge if he made a face or said anything about it. What her revenge would be, there was never any way to know, but she would have it.
Giving a quick, playful glare at the nickname, she stopped before him. She couldn’t resist picking on him a bit. “Uh-huh. Right. You never cause trouble. Never, ever. I guess you’d never dream of it either, huh?”
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