Brend continued to direct traffic for a moment, telling the saute chef to hurry up with the venison or he'd chop his balls off. He wandered over to the guest, grinning and having the waiter come back with two bottles of inew - one red and one white - and he sat the man himself. "Oh, it's fine, Mere - the girl up front - she's just easily swayed by pretty eyes and any sort of muscle tone." He caught the Signor, and grinned. "So, we're going to do the tasting menu for you - small portions of everything on the menu. And if I might, I want to make you a special appetizer." His tone was sweet, light, and adorable.
Until he turned to face his crew. "PETE. You're on expediting, I'm making an app for the VIP." He didn't have to yell much at his sous, the guy was good and Brend would trust him with anything from handling the line to having his back in a knife fight. If Eizo watched Brend closely, he'd see familiar gestures, the measuring of flour, the cracking of an egg, the pinch of baking soda. Brend was making pasta.