You can do this. Â You've made it this far, Jujah'to thought, gingerly entering the kitchen of the Bismarck. Â The dark featured Miqo'te desperately clung with both hands to a round wooden tray, stacked with various plates and cups, their contents consumed. Â All about him the restaurant bustled; waitresses glided in and out of the dining area, guests talked among themselves, pots and pans clanged, and food sizzled and simmered. Â It felt like a battlefield.
And there was Jujah'to, inching along. Â He could call upon the elements to move Earth, Air, and Water, but he couldn't carry a blasted tray without white knuckles. Â He could swear those waitresses had to be unnatural. Â They carried these damnable trays one handed, for Twelve's sake!
WHOOSH!  “Pardon--!â€
Too late. Â It was as if time slowed, yet he felt like an Acorn Snail. Â The tray teetered and he watched as items slipped from it. Â It was all he could do to save a lone cup among the symphony of shattering dinnerware. Â The whole restaurant had come to a standstill to hear its ballad. Â Of. Â Course.
Pale-faced, Jujah'to caught Jossy, the supplier behind the front desk, glaring at him. Â In an instant the restaurant resumed its commotion, with a mix of reactions within the kitchen, from shaking heads to grinning chuckles. Â Lyngsath watched from his perch, tight-lipped for a moment, then his jolly enthusiasm returning. Â He had more important matters to oversee.
“You had better get that cleaned up before Jossy, over there, melts the fur off your tail with just the look in her eyes.â€
Jujah'to bent quickly and began gathering larger broken pieces onto his tray. Â I bet it will be easier to carry now, huh? Â He looked as a light skinned, male, Hyur crouched to help. Â He was about to thank him, until--
“You!â€
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,†the Hyur scratched the back of his head, “I move a bit too fast sometimes.â€
Jujah'to glared at him, then let his anger go.  He couldn't blame this person for his ineptitude.  “Iht's okay… Thank you.â€
“Don't worry, we'll get this cleaned up,“ the Hyur waved a hand lightheartedly, “you're new, yes?  Well, commis de debarrasseur, you might want to use one of those wooden bins.  Less balancing.  Besides, you can hold much more than one of those trays.  Just don’t bring it to a table with you.  Be quick about it, I'm sure there's a few more dishes that still need collecting out there, then I'll see you down in the scullery.  I bet Lyngsath has go you on double duty for now, eh?  I'll fetch the broom and get what's left here.â€
Jujah'to nodded, prostrating with a much more stable tray. Â Turning to be off, a hand grabbed his arm. Â He looked back at the smiling Hyur.
“Oh, and welcome to the Brigade.â€
And there was Jujah'to, inching along. Â He could call upon the elements to move Earth, Air, and Water, but he couldn't carry a blasted tray without white knuckles. Â He could swear those waitresses had to be unnatural. Â They carried these damnable trays one handed, for Twelve's sake!
WHOOSH!  “Pardon--!â€
Too late. Â It was as if time slowed, yet he felt like an Acorn Snail. Â The tray teetered and he watched as items slipped from it. Â It was all he could do to save a lone cup among the symphony of shattering dinnerware. Â The whole restaurant had come to a standstill to hear its ballad. Â Of. Â Course.
Pale-faced, Jujah'to caught Jossy, the supplier behind the front desk, glaring at him. Â In an instant the restaurant resumed its commotion, with a mix of reactions within the kitchen, from shaking heads to grinning chuckles. Â Lyngsath watched from his perch, tight-lipped for a moment, then his jolly enthusiasm returning. Â He had more important matters to oversee.
“You had better get that cleaned up before Jossy, over there, melts the fur off your tail with just the look in her eyes.â€
Jujah'to bent quickly and began gathering larger broken pieces onto his tray. Â I bet it will be easier to carry now, huh? Â He looked as a light skinned, male, Hyur crouched to help. Â He was about to thank him, until--
“You!â€
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,†the Hyur scratched the back of his head, “I move a bit too fast sometimes.â€
Jujah'to glared at him, then let his anger go.  He couldn't blame this person for his ineptitude.  “Iht's okay… Thank you.â€
“Don't worry, we'll get this cleaned up,“ the Hyur waved a hand lightheartedly, “you're new, yes?  Well, commis de debarrasseur, you might want to use one of those wooden bins.  Less balancing.  Besides, you can hold much more than one of those trays.  Just don’t bring it to a table with you.  Be quick about it, I'm sure there's a few more dishes that still need collecting out there, then I'll see you down in the scullery.  I bet Lyngsath has go you on double duty for now, eh?  I'll fetch the broom and get what's left here.â€
Jujah'to nodded, prostrating with a much more stable tray. Â Turning to be off, a hand grabbed his arm. Â He looked back at the smiling Hyur.
“Oh, and welcome to the Brigade.â€
