The squeeking kitchen door signals Dorian's return. A simple plate balanced professionally on each of his up turned hands as he walks through the door backwards. The smell of the freshly cooked roast garnished with simple herbs wafts through the tavern. He nods to and eyes all occupants before placing down the larger plate before Conda and a smaller yet similar infront of Vivi. 
Beside portion size the meals were also different in the size and degree of the steak. Conda's piece was thick and sickly juicy, having hardly been sealed. Vivi's was much thinner, petite and properly cooked.

Every thing Conda had asked for was on the plate, even if only simply done. Vivi's potato had been sliced into chips. He looked to her.
"[i]There was some extra, you may eat it if you wish. On the house.[/i]" he said warmly offering her the food, putting no pressure on her if she chose not too.

Dorian then turned to politely address the flame. 
"[i]Is there anything at all I can get for you?"[/i] he asks, completely unphased by the fact he was talking to a flame.