The kitchen was quite the mess. A single large, burly chef handled most of the work. He pulled various ingredients from the shelves; the meat of unknown animals, along with cheese, and some kind of vegetable that was too strange looking to name or even describe. The man himself was old, his hair white and tied to the back in a ponytail, the rest of it kept under a hair net.

Crystal meekly took a glass to a barrel and filled it. Turning to Gabriel, she said "Hey darlin'. I'm sorry, but you ain't allowed in here. Please, I gotta work. Maybe some other time, m'kay?"