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 mont, Flaminia explains with a smug face. Shes smug because Camilla does not have the sa skill.
Whatever, old lady, show off your skills, the shorter Elf with pink-blonde hair says.
Co 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 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 won in good conscience when the only other male company is he nods toward .
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 chis 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 sothing?
Wow, what a vote of confidence.
Well, you may not believe it, but Im quite a proficient [Mage]!
A [Light Mage], Lucillus teases .
Well, still a badass.
I know they are teasing on purpose. From tickling to this, its all for my sake, isnt it?
They know Im droopy about Lucinda, and I do need so friends around.
Whatever
Excuse ? a knock cuts off.
An old man with silver hair cos inside with a huge dog.
Oh, the Human, he smiles at from behind the huge Gandalf beard.
HA! STANIMAL! I shout in delight.
I wasnt sure if the man would show up or not. As I ntioned previously, its hard to deal with holess people. But I sent Lucillus to tell the man I had a place to stay and a little job for him.
This kind guard told you wanted to help you with sothing? he keeps smiling while he pets his giant dog. Im still not sure what damn race that thing is, but its enormous. It looks like soone crossed a wolf with an Arican Akita and a rhino.
Thats how stocky the dog is.
Damn dogs. I still have to find myself a cat.
Man, I miss my catno, scratch that. I miss the hot neighbor in love with my stupid cat.
Well, I need a good clerk to help with sales. Plus, people usually dont beat up old people, and they behave more respectfully around them.
Joey Luciani, you dont have to do anything for . Im old and I dont want to be a burden. I ca here because you remind of that Human girl who helped out once.
Please! I say as I approach him, keeping a careful eye around the dog. What burden! You see those three? They cant do a thing! Im teaching them everything I need around here. Instead, I would love to learn from soone with real experience. Plus, I have got a bunch of dusty rooms I have no intention to rent out. What do you say you bunker here, huh?
The silver-haired Elf looks a bit overwheld.
II dont know, I
Lets go! Stanimal is on board! And whats your na, you cute monster? I switch to the dog that gives an unimpressed stare.
Dogs.
What are you, a cat?
Arent you supposed to be all friendly?
Co on, smile at !
Are you sure? Stan looks at with concern in his eyes.
He has the sa attitude Ive seen in many holess people. They dont want to be a burden, and theyd instead prefer living on the fringes of society if that ant they didnt feel like a liability for anyone.
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 holess 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 with that.
I look at the dog casually licking his snout and showing 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 na? The Human woman helped na him, you know.
I raise an eyebrow, interested.
Grigio ans Gray.
But the dog is a mix of black and brown
Is that woman color-blind or sothing?
Beautiful na, 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 so plates where to put them.
I have so leaves, by the way, Camilla says aloud.
For what? Salad? I look at her with a raised eyebrow.
Packages? she looks at weirdly.
Packages? We are selling street food! What packages! They are going to eat on the spot, those drunk adventurers!
Huh, Camilla assus a calculative stance, evaluating my move.
Co on, ladies, lets get cooking. We are almost ready for our grand opening!
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