The Mungojerrie: Enemies, Yet Friends

[Ookalf]

It probably depends on the person... Some people do work well while listening to music.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Yeah, but the thing is, working in a professional environment requires a lot of communication, especially in a place like this when the dinner rush kicks into high gear. There are some places where listening to appropriate music encourages activity in the workplace, I'm sure. *shakes her head* A high-activity kitchen isn't one of those places.

[Ookalf]

If you're that concerned, why not just take away her music player?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: What, and run out of breath before I finished telling her what I wanted?

[Ookalf]

Make shorter orders, then.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: That would mean starving to death. I'll pass.

[Ookalf]

Suit yourself, then. *Circe shrugs and goes back to her notebook.*

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Basically what I'm trying to say here is, could you speak to Stella about it later after she gets off her shift?

[Ookalf]

Right... I'll see what I can do.

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Much thanks.

*While she waits, Calli dozes a while; at regular intervals she snaps awake, sips some klah, then falls asleep again. In the meantime, a Himalayan felinoid as tall as the average pro basketball player sweeps out of the kitchen. She has on the restaurant's standard waitressing uniform, but over it is a tremendous black cape bedecked with bedazzling gemstones and intricate patterns. She is carrying the fried chicken dish and onion rings that Circe ordered, complete with silverware.*

Waitress #93.Pi: Ooh, so magnificent. The food you have requested has arrived, sorceress. *places the food before her*

[Ookalf]

Ah, thank you. *Circe puts her notebook away, glances at Callista, then looks back to the waitress.* Any chance I can get a status update on her order?

[AmbushCat]

Waitress #93.Pi: First wave is nearing completion and should be on its way shortly. The appetite of one who is back in her prime should be fun to watch, no? *shields her mouth* Oh-hohohohoho!

[Ookalf]

Right... Well, before you go, can I get a refill on my drink?

[AmbushCat]

*The quirky waitress smiles and withdraws a pitcher of ice water from within her cloak, refilling Circe's glass with the contents.*

Waitress #93.Pi: Your drink, dear.

[Ookalf]

Thanks. You can get going now.