Marron had never stayed this long past closing hours before. Soon, the only thing inside the dim diner was herself, the kitchen equipment, and the gentle pulse of the dwarven runes on the floor. If she were being honest--this wasn't so bad.
She'd finished cleaning the last of the kitchen tools, and the slightly brighter room made it easier to see her progress.
The knives actually look shiny now. The last chef didn't even maintain them properly.
"For all their talent in copying...I wish they also copied how to maintain important tools."
She wiped down the counter for the third time, her mind still buzzing with disbelief.
The Lieutenant went from cold and guarded to...slightly less cold and impressed. And asked for seconds. What world am I living in right now?
