As Tate headed out back Melinda caught the questioning look from Mark, the baker. She just shook her head, not wanting to hear his opinion on this; she could use the extra hands, and Tate obviously had a reason for being down here, so why not kill two birds with one spell?
“You’ll just be plating, basically,” Melinda explained as she arranged raspberries on the line of danishes in front of her, before she looked up at him. “Raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, mixed berries,” she listed, gesturing to the bowls of berries lined up towards the wall, and then she pointed to the pictures above them. “That’s what they’re supposed to look like. Mark’ll bring you a tray of danishes. They’ll already be dusted or sprinkled as needed, and if you can’t tell which kind they are, ask. The important part is, that the berries goes on the right danishes.”
And just like that, Mark slid a tray of cooled rhubarb and strawberry crumble danishes. “Three half strawberries on each,” Melinda instructed, pointing to the bowl of halved strawberries.”
“So, Tate, what brings you down here this morning? Is there a problem with the flat?”