[b][i][u]Some random chef![/u][/i][/b]

It was Pierre's first day at work and he was already nervous. Not because he had to cook for these sniveling brats rather than using his transcendental cooking skills in some upper-class restaurant. It's because he drew the short straw.

Since he and his coworkers decided to take in the little vandal as punishment, one of them had to inform his teachers that his attendance in their class would be spotty, at best. Pierre had heard rumors of this Meredith woman and, frankly, it left him rather frightened.

Looking at the door leading into the biology room, he sees the woman, and even hear her, giggling at something one of the students said. Swallowing nervously, he decides sooner was better than later and steps into the classroom. "[i]Excusez-moi, Madame Hillard...[/i]" he says. "I would like to speak to you about one of your students...one Zacary Yoxall? Well, he was caught in ze food storage and damaged our door. He...he will be working off ze damages with myself and my colleagues, on top of his punishment, so his attendance in your class will be sparing..."