Xellos watches him go, smiling, and closes the door on him. "Anou, minna-san*," he begins, turning a genial smile on the prep cooks and giving them a wave that's mostly wiggly fingers. He doesn't like the way those plastic gloves feel against his skin, so he's wearing his own cotton ones under them. "I can see from your shining, upright faces that minna-san has very kindly decided to help our poor Scraggly-san begin his hard," he lets out a brief smirk, "yes, his very hard road to becoming less of a disgrace, isn't it so? Oh," he laughs, winking, "yes, I could just fall over from all the dedicated, earnest uprightness, ne.
"So," he continues, raising a finger, "please think of this, as you're thinking how best to, um, help him learn. When things are broken, and when food is ruined, it's no good for the restaurant. That's why I'll have to hold everyone responsible if Scraggly-san is assisted into another disaster that wastes our resources--including the availability of waitstaff. And I'm sure it would be so embarrassing for everyone to find that explaining matters to Ivonka-san in the morning had become," he's still smiling at them, but just as the word necessary has settled into their minds, he cracks an eye suddenly suddenly, whose gleam has a glittery, thirsty edge, and finishes, "the easiest and most pleasant option."
"So," he finishes, face sliding into pure geniality again, "just keep that in mind, ne, when you're planning out your angles and trajectories and things like that, hai? After all, it would be terrible if anyone were to get hurt!" He beams at them all, in turn, until he sees the acknowledgment in their eyes, gives them another little wave, and heads back out to his station.
Was there something he forgot?** Oh, well, it's the job of the kitchen cooks to take care of that sort of thing.