"Re-a-lly?" Gretel's eyes gleamed, there and gone, at the fact. The interested shine was then eclipsed by Penny's bright, sugar-white smile. "I'm a caterer's kid. So, hey, awesome, we're like culinary kin. Same tribe, at least."
She snagged a napkin and reaches across the counter to pluck a pen from the barista's front pocket. Not bothering to make use of the counter, or the tables or shelves, she made a direct fast line for the chef, stepping smartly behind him to...press the napkin flat against his back and start writing.
"So where do you work?" Gretel asked, casual as anything. "And, like, feel free to throw in a dining recommendation in there. Chewing your way through the local Yelp listings only gets a girl so far. Plus there are, like, scary risks. Gluten free vegan risks." She shuddered. "And don't get me started on their non-dairy Parmesan cheese, cue air quotes. It's made from cashews and nutritional yeast flakes. Nutritional yeast flakes." She huffed with dramatic solemnity. "Life is too short for nutritional yeast flakes."
"There!" She clicked the pen and cheerfully slapped the man's back. Stepping back around, she presented the scribbled napkin with a flourish and a complete lack of embarrassment. "It's the puff pastry version*, you'll love it; there are blueberries. Blueberries are awesome."
She stuck her hand out, still holding the stolen pen. "I'm Penny, by the way. Hi!"
OOC: *Written in French, but not intentionally. Gretel's language filter is on the fritz.)