Somehow, someway, Viloz had learned how to cook.
Maybe it was hours upon hours of trial and error, of learning through repetition. Maybe he was fed up of single handedly turning the Great Takea into Kitchen Nightmares. Or maybe Rhow just scared him.
Whatever it was, it led him to a brief moment of pride as he looked down upon two plates of simple, yet delicious, mouth-watering food. Before he could even think of shedding a figurative tear, he swooped up the plates and placed them on the counter, saying: "Orders up for the old married couple at table six!", before sauntering back into the kitchen.
He began boiling another pot of water shortly after, when suddenly, a distinct thump he knew all too well resonated beneath the floorboards, causing the water to tremble slightly. Oh good. In his usual manner of checking up on the place, he peeked his head out of the kitchen.
"I bet you seventy widgets he blows this place up before I burn it to the ground." he mumbled, stepping beside Rhow. "You wanna check up on him while I hold the fort?"
Edited by TX Wade, Jun 24 2014 - 04:20 PM.