Charlene Foster Offdensen (lady_cfo) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2010-01-17 23:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlene foster offdensen, gaz membrane |
Who: Charlene & Gaz
Where: Kitchen
When: Really late (or really early)
What: just talkin'
Warnings: Probably none.
It had mysteriously switched over from late to early, and Charlene found herself still awake. As far as this was concerned it meant only one thing.
Milkshakes.
She knew that there was a 24 hour kitchen staff, but she'd shooed them away for the time being, milkshakes were one of those things that she had to make on her own to get the balance right. The chef back home had almost gotten it right, and she hadn't yet started training the one here. Easier just to take matters into her own hands, really.
She was still, mostly, dressed for business, though she was barefoot, her shirt was untucked and her trademark red tie was nowhere to be seen. Well, at least from the front, if someone was looking at her from the back they'd find it, since she'd used it to tie her hair back out of her face while she worked.