They were short-staffed today and even though the take up for meals had declined in the mere three weeks he'd started 'cooking' them, he was having to bring out the occasional dish himself which he really didn't care for. It wasn't so much a resentful 'that's not my job' sentiment but more the case that he didn't want anyone to know what he looked like when they tasted his appalling excuse for cooking and inevitably wanted to kill him for polluting their taste buds so heinously.

He was on thin ice now, he was pretty sure they were actively looking for his replacement even though they hadn't dismissed him yet and he hadn't given notice. Maybe in a year he'd be able to drink comfortably at the Hog's Head and forget he'd ever worked there.

"Can I 'elp you with somethin'?" He didn't know what this guy wanted from him but he already regretted making himself available for it.

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