Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“It has a bit. Nothing like customer service,” she said dryly. “I occasionally snarl, but I know how to manage myself most times.” She laughed softly and shook her head, curls bouncing. “Nope, no fire,” she assured with a grin. Just fangs, she thought to herself, but that would never come into play here.
She nodded firmly. “I like to know the place I’m to work in,” she said. “And I figured the decisions on that sort of thing would be made by you or at least someone higher up who is familiar with that sort of thing, so I’d inform you or whoever was in charge at the time and give my input and let you all handle it as it’s supposed to be handled.” She knew when things weren’t her job, most times. She knew she herself had boundary issues, which meant at places like this she was as watchful of herself as she could be.
Genie pondered for a long moment. “Is there a policy on tip sharing, should I deal with that? And also policies on going out with customers or coworkers?” She wasn’t even implying him, which was obvious enough. She’d learned long ago to find such boundaries so she’d know how she was supposed to behave at any given time. “I mean, of course, off the clock with the latter.”
She smiled and nodding, thinking an assessment was promising. “Not a problem, I’d be happy to do that.” She uncrossed her legs and smoothed her hands down her pants. “Favorite drink? Oh, hm, that depends on the day of the week sometimes!” she told him. She tilted her head, eyes narrowed. “But I’m a sucker for most all daiquiris and pina coladas, honestly. I like to experiment with flavors at home.”