[color=a36209][h2][Center]Jared McCaffrey[/center][/h2][/color]
[center]Location: The Painted Lady - Staff Common Room[/center]
[center]Interacting with: [@Kingfisher][/center]

Jared beamed at Andromeda, always pleased to hear his food complimented. [color=a36209]"I am fierce glad to hear you say that Miss."[/color] 

He was going to continue speaking, but the table's other occupant, the smaller of the two, chirped up instead. "The salads really nice, too!” Queenie chirped “I hate it when [i]you people[/i] use too much salt, but the balance is [i]juste à droite[/i].” 

His smile faltered for a moment at the words and implication of [i]"you people."[/i] He recovered it quickly reminding himself that, aboard the Lovis Superbia, one of the cost of employment was your pride. Still, the unthinking way the woman had insulted both himself and his staff...

Andromeda's question broke him from going any further into that dangerous brood. He looked over at her and in a gentle, polite tone replied, [color=a36209]"Ah, for dessert this evening we are unfortunately limited in our options due to our Head Chef being out ill for several days, but we have two options that you might be interested in. For a more decadent option, we have a warm chocolate raspberry pudding cake, my own variation of the recipe that my grandmother used. If you would prefer something lighter, we also have a raspberry lemon sorbet prosecco float. I will send a display platter out so that you might have a look at what you would prefer. If you will excuse me, I must return to the kitchen. Have a lovely rest of your evening."[/color]

He turned around and walked back to his kitchen, gesturing at their waitress a smile he passed her so she would bring around the dessert tray. He glanced at the clock and towards his dirty station. His shift was done for the night, Phillips who had arrived later than him could handle the rest. He grabbed a sponge and began to scrub down his area. [i]"You people."[/i]

His hands squeezed tightly around the sponge, forcing out more bubbles as he aggresively eliminated the mess and returned his station to its natural order. With a wave to rest of staff, he grabbed his tools and headed back down through the employee passageways to one of the many staff common rooms. He grabbed an unoccupied couch, flipped on a Holoscreen to a random newstation for some background noise, and began to sharpen his knives as per his normal end of the day routine.