One would think that in the span of nearly 2000 years, Sid could have picked up something in the way of business sense, but. Not so much, actually. He hadn't ever owned a proper business aside from doing some occasional smuggling or playing middle man--aka being "that guy who can get you anything you need". So having a whole bed and breakfast dumped on him put him in a precarious position. He didn't want the place to fail, of course. It had been in his family's possession since before the Revolutionary War when his uncle arrived with the Roanoke colonists and basically peaced out to Summerview when things got too real.
So. He was determined to rock this whole new "business owner" chapter of his life. And what better way to start then by hiring some fresh blood? A handful of employees had decided to retire when Sid's uncle did so there were definitely openings that needed to be filled, and as luck would have it, there had already been an applicant! Oh joy!
As soon as the breakfast dishes had been cleared that morning, Sid had started pacing around the reception desk. He'd put together an outfit he was pretty sure screamed "I own this place": a black, koi patterned kimono (he didn't have a smoking jacket but was making due) over a tee shirt with a clip on tie and skinny jeans. He'd added one of his uncles old pipes for extra flair, though the smoke emitting from it was decidedly not tobacco.
"Ah, yes. Danny!" He stepped around the counter and pulled a non-functioning pocket watch from the kimono pocket and tapped it. "Right on time." He tucked it back in his pocket and sucked at the pipe for a moment before offering his free hand. "I'm Sid Capra, the owner." And then, gesturing to an open door to the left of the desk, "Please, step into my office." This was how it worked in movies, right?