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anythingdrabbleTitle: Waiter, Waiter!
"What appears to the problem, sir?" the waiter bowed, trying his best not to look absolutely terrified in front of this important customer, hoping that the ghost who could probably see straight through the facade (no insensitive pun intended) would interpret his discomfort as due to their social class difference and not any bias against the differently alive.
"The menu says these souls are fresh," boomed the ghost, "Have you tasted them? They're almost dry."
"I do apologise, sir, I am not, ahem, a soul gourmet. The chef insisted these were brought in today..."
"Well, they were badly stored, then. Most likely, they were cross contaminated. Has someone in the kitchen been wearing religious paraphernalia? Thought so. You really do not know how to cook ghost food, do you?"
The waiter bowed lower, "Ahem, we employed a specialist..."
"Sack your specialist. In future, I will be sending a ghost to cook my meals. He is well rated and will work for a regular chef's pay, provided you are not rude to him or interfere with his work."
"I will relay this to the manager, sir."
Well, the kitchen was certainly going to get a lot more interesting to work in...
Fandom: StreetPass games (Chef, Quest)
Characters/pairings: Ultimate Ghost, OC!waiter
Word count: 200
Rating: G/Gen
Tags: comedy, randomly rolled
Summary: The Ultimate Ghost complains about the quality of the local ghost food.
"What appears to the problem, sir?" the waiter bowed, trying his best not to look absolutely terrified in front of this important customer, hoping that the ghost who could probably see straight through the facade (no insensitive pun intended) would interpret his discomfort as due to their social class difference and not any bias against the differently alive.
"The menu says these souls are fresh," boomed the ghost, "Have you tasted them? They're almost dry."
"I do apologise, sir, I am not, ahem, a soul gourmet. The chef insisted these were brought in today..."
"Well, they were badly stored, then. Most likely, they were cross contaminated. Has someone in the kitchen been wearing religious paraphernalia? Thought so. You really do not know how to cook ghost food, do you?"
The waiter bowed lower, "Ahem, we employed a specialist..."
"Sack your specialist. In future, I will be sending a ghost to cook my meals. He is well rated and will work for a regular chef's pay, provided you are not rude to him or interfere with his work."
"I will relay this to the manager, sir."
Well, the kitchen was certainly going to get a lot more interesting to work in...
