Judge placed his menu down as Momodi made another circuit around the bar to check on the various patrons seated there. More folks seemed to be flowing in, either to escape the heat of the day outside or to escape the stresses through copious amounts of alcohol. If the influx continued at this rate, it wouldn't be long at all before all available seats were taken. It was truly the perfect time to be in such an establishment, to see it running as it properly should - as a respite from the day's ills. While Jredthys himself had suffered from no such ills as of yet, he was still here for the complete experience. And that meant partaking of the menu beyond its liquor list.
"MADAMME," he intoned. "I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY REQUEST ONE 'FINGER SANDWICH,' PLEASE. ON PROPERLY TOASTED WALNUT BREAD, EGG HARD-BOILED AND CUT NEATLY INTO HALF-ILM SLICES, WITH EXACTLY TWO LEAVES OF LETTUCE. PLEASE HAVE IT CUT, DIAGONALLY, INTO HALVES."
Jredthys ended his very specific order with a gentle sip of his martini, seemingly oblivious to the look the owner of the establishment was giving him. Or those of the other folks at the bar. Or most anyone who had overheard his nuanced request for a simple finger food. He had placed his order and now it was upon him to wait patiently for it to be prepared and brought to him, prepared as per his instruction. Momodi had provided him with an excellently crafted martini, so the Judge expected much of the sandwich.
He would hate to have to Card the owner of such a fine establishment, though perhaps that would be outside the scope his his abilities. He was not here to judge the inadequacies of the establishment, merely to partake of them as fully as a patron should. However, was it not the purpose of a dissatisfied customer to make his complaints known? He would need to ponder deeply on this.
"MADAMME," he intoned. "I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY REQUEST ONE 'FINGER SANDWICH,' PLEASE. ON PROPERLY TOASTED WALNUT BREAD, EGG HARD-BOILED AND CUT NEATLY INTO HALF-ILM SLICES, WITH EXACTLY TWO LEAVES OF LETTUCE. PLEASE HAVE IT CUT, DIAGONALLY, INTO HALVES."
Jredthys ended his very specific order with a gentle sip of his martini, seemingly oblivious to the look the owner of the establishment was giving him. Or those of the other folks at the bar. Or most anyone who had overheard his nuanced request for a simple finger food. He had placed his order and now it was upon him to wait patiently for it to be prepared and brought to him, prepared as per his instruction. Momodi had provided him with an excellently crafted martini, so the Judge expected much of the sandwich.
He would hate to have to Card the owner of such a fine establishment, though perhaps that would be outside the scope his his abilities. He was not here to judge the inadequacies of the establishment, merely to partake of them as fully as a patron should. However, was it not the purpose of a dissatisfied customer to make his complaints known? He would need to ponder deeply on this.
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