I run in the kitchens with a uniform. "Hey chef, we need 76 pounds of diced lemons, then soaked in honey." I ring the bell four times (Just enough to be annoying, but not enough to cause complaints) and run off.
"Aerugh... Huh?" Keys awoke to the sounds of people in the kitchen. He lifted his head from the table. I should never cook anything again, he thought as he slowly woke up from self-induced food poisoning
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Platypus moves too subtly. Not even Platypus knew he was moving. Into a conveniently placed open manhole.
Keys turned from Fadran. "Key word 'most', I guess."
He walked over to everyone else. "Hi everyone. New guy Keys here. Eliira, you look a little... On edge. Everything all right?"
"I, uhh, also got here by mistake." Keys lied.
Why did he lie?
"So there are other people here?" Keys changed the subject before anyone can think about it too hard, himself included. "Lot of stuff around"
"Yeah, I'd love something to shove in my mouth. Haven't really eaten in... A while, I guess." Keys follows. "By the way, you two... three, thanks for introducing me."