[i]Gybol for the most part enjoys some food in the back, leaving dinner for Nina if she wanted since she was hiding out in the back. He didn't blame her, she was in a city where freaks were not exactly the fondest of sights and yet here she was working for one. As he listened in to the conversation, he grew a curious look. Sure people wanted to know just how in the world his flavor was the way it was, but that was his trade secret.[/i] "I'll be right out, sir. Give me just a moment to clean up a bit back here."

[i]And clean he does, getting his apron set aside for now since it was as slow as it was. He was somewhat grateful for the relief. This morning had done him a lot of income, which will help later for his hunting trips. He makes his way out of the kitchen with a soft smile and makes his way to the table. He'll slide into a chair nearby, not really bothered that the old man was the way he was.[/i]

"How can I help you, was the food alright?"