If Ezio had spent any time in the military, he'd recognize the way they worked in time, the yelling, the insults. They were called a brigade for a reason; every day for long periods of time, they worked the hot trenches. Brend picked up a sizzle pan out of the stove without gloves, wincing only slightly at how the heat penetrated his callouses. That would blister, but it was worth it to get the order out on time.
Once all the apps were out for the eight top, Brend hurriedly went to work for the main courses for Ezio, inwardly thanking God that tasting menus had smaller portions.