Kristof Nast (wastheheir) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-07-07 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, kristof nast (wastheheir), ~2020 july, ~~~dorian pavus (allflashnoheat) |
Who: Kristof Nast and Dorian Pavus
What: Not quite bitching, but almost
When:Tuesday, late afternoon
Where: The Musain
Warnings: TBA
Status: Closed/On-going
Kristof had been stopping in at the Musain at some point every day, because never mind that Garin was an extremely capable businessman and was more than able to handle everything, there was still a large part of him that felt a sense of responsibility to the restaurant. It had pretty much been Piper's baby, after all. He'd never just walk away from it. He would keep his hands off of everything, but he could never just walk away entirely. He'd always be interested in it, at the very least.
As usual when he stopped in, he'd poked his head into the office -- just Garin's now, no longer Piper's as well -- to say hello for a bit, then he'd stepped into the kitchen for a moment because the kitchen staff knew him as well and they all liked him so of course he was going to check up on things. Only for a moment, though, because one thing being married to a chef had taught him was to stay out of the way when they were working.
Which meant that after he'd made the rounds of everyone he wanted to say hi to, he'd made the rounds out in the restaurant proper -- usually Garin's territory, but the other man was still sorting out all the logistics of running the business solo, so this was one area where Kristof could easily step in and help. Nothing much, of course, just checking up on patrons and seeing how everything was going for them. That sort of thing.
Until he got to Dorian's table. That was when he sat down across from the other man without bothering to ask first and said, without ceremony, "My son is an idiot. Just so you know."