Chapter 74: Grand Opening
As soon as Flaminia and Camilla are back, I start showing them how to cook the croissants. Not having experience with the oven in this ex-inn, Im sure we will waste a batch or two before pinning down the exact process.
Or at least thats what I thought.
[Perfect Timing] is a skill shared among many classes. When you are a [Cook] or a [Baker], it lets you know when a product in the range of your culinary skills is ready to be taken out at the perfect moment, Flaminia explains with a smug face. Shes smug because Camilla does not have the same skill.
Whatever, old lady, show off your skills, the shorter Elf with pink-blonde hair says.
Come on, ladies, for all I wouldnt mind a catfight, Id rather get to work, I wink at both, Lucillus, got the stand ready outside?
The man shoots an annoyed look at me but still ends up nodding while sighing.
All good.
Lucillus, are you sure you want to work late? Flaminia looks at the tall guard with an air of concern. This is going to go deep into the night. And from what I gather, you still have no contract with Joey. Wont that be a problem with the [Captain]?
Its dangerous to hang out around adventurers at night, and I cant leave two women in good conscience when the only other male company is he nods toward me.
Yeah, sure, Lucillus. Sure. Protecting.
I can protect these two fancy ladies, mind your own business, you snotty Elf! I blow raspberries at him.
In return, I get three skeptical gazes.
You still have to explain yourself, Camilla chimes in, if Lucillus is to be believed, you were found with five or six [Thugs] on the ground? Did you make them laugh till they dropped dead or something?
Wow, what a vote of confidence.
Well, you may not believe it, but Im quite a proficient [Mage]!
A [Light Mage], Lucillus teases me.
Well, still a badass.
I know they are teasing me on purpose. From tickling to this, its all for my sake, isnt it?
They know Im droopy about Lucinda, and I do need some friends around.
Whatever
Suresy, sure, I wink at the old guy and ask Lucillus to fetch his stuff so he can settle in one of the rooms.
Stan is tall, probably the tallest among us. Hes even taller than Lucillus, now that Ive seen both standing. But hes very thin, and he looks almost fragile.
Stan, are you good at haggling? I ask the homeless man who still has to find his footing. His dog, instead, settled under a table, barely fitting there, and looked quite satisfied with the place.
I can haggle a bit, he smiles warmly. And Grigio will surely help me with that.
I look at the dog casually licking his snout and showing me a huge set of teeth while doing that.
Wait, Grigio?
Grigio? I look at him with curiosity.
Thats Italian, not English. Its not even Latin.
You like his name? The Human woman helped me name him, you know.
I raise an eyebrow, interested.
Grigio means Gray.
But the dog is a mix of black and brown
Is that woman color-blind or something?
Beautiful name, but we have to get to work. Take your stuff to the room while we bake and get settled. We probably wont open for another hour or so. We still have to fill the croissants and arrange some plates where to put them.
I have some leaves, by the way, Camilla says aloud.
For what? Salad? I look at her with a raised eyebrow.
Packages? she looks at me weirdly.
Packages? We are selling street food! What packages! They are going to eat on the spot, those drunk adventurers!
Huh, Camilla assumes a calculative stance, evaluating my move.
Come on, ladies, lets get cooking. We are almost ready for our grand opening!