*thinks this is a riot, of course, his little aunt ordering three grown men about like errant children*
*finishes up with the roast and immediately sets to work slicing tomatoes and onions* *catches your eye, grinning* I learned to take orders early on. *waggles the tip of his knife at the stovetop* The bread can probably go anywhere when it comes out, we'll have to let it cool a minute before it's cut. Just move the beans and gravy and stuff wherever. (Sir.)