The Dinner of Doom Who: The Jones family and Zoe Where: Nikolai and Iosef's Room When: 7:30 or 8:00 pm-ish. Around there.
Why the Hell was he still doing this? That was the question on Nikolai Jones's mind. He should have just canceled the dinner. Given up on this family bullshit. But no, earlier in the day he'd gone down to the kitchens and asked Chef Kevin for a favor. It would be impossible to cook a full meal for five in the tiny kitchenette in the room. And he needed groceries and shit anyhow. Chef Kevin had been a real asshole but had eventually relented and Nik was pretty sure that he was actually a total softy for this sort of thing. So there it was.
He'd stayed out of the way and made homemade tortillas for the pork which would eventually be pork carnitas. He had also made cilantro lime rice, "Mexican" sweet potatoes in honey and lime glaze and sopapillas for dessert. Then he'd taken it all upstairs. By that time it had been about five o'clock and he had to get out of the way for dinner service anyhow. So he left. No arguments. After sticking pretty much everything in the fridge for storage, he'd... fallen asleep the couch. About twenty minutes ago, he'd woken up and started heating everything up again in their little oven.
The nap on the couch had not been restful and instead he was feeling sick to his stomach and his hands were shaking. Probably because he'd actually forgotten to eat all day from nerves. His blood sugar was dreadfully low but he just warmed things up and split up the food onto plates, putting the extra aside... He should have gotten ice cream for the sopapillas he realized now. Damn.