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Brendann Bill Brennan (baby_brendann) wrote in utr_logs,

Brend was busy spooning saffron aioli onto plates before placing the tilapia on top of it. He heard an unfamiliar voice approach him from the side and turned his head.

It was Soren.

Well, upon closer inspection, it was someone who looked very much like Soren but didn't have his accent and had a scar on his cheek. "Uh. Um." He actually looked flustered for a moment before regaining his composure. "One second." He finished plating the table, handing the tray off to the server. Turning to his new recruit, he smiled. "It's pretty easy, you're just on salad duty and quinoa for one of the hot apps. Here, I'll grab you a chart and if you have any questions, your station is right here by me. If you need help with your mise-en-place, give me a shout. ... your stuff, getting your stuff settled, sorry." He realized that if Not!Soren had just been vortexed, he might not speak French.

Handing him a laminated page that had detailed instructions and photos, he nodded at the salad station. "We're close to the end of lunch, so you shouldn't have too many plates anyway. I'm Brend, by the way."