"Oh yeah, it's not that much trouble." Dawn grinned, then explained. We overbook reservations since there's almost always rooms that get canceled last minute. It's not a loss to the hotel to move travelers up, though it's usually for people who come in on red-eyes."
Dawn clapped her hands softly, moreso for the soup of the day than Claude polished spiel. "My favorite, how'd you know?"
"Must be psychic, Miss Miller." Claude commented with a wink.
Dawn mouthed 'lies' to Sumi, then giggled when the thermokinetic chef lightly nudged her shoulder. At the question on whether not cooking meat would be a problem, and Claude could not help but scoff at the idea of having any trouble. "My vegetarian is the best in New York. I will show you."
Dawn covered her mouth until Claude retreated back into the kitchen, shaking her head at him. "He isn't lying, he is really good."