A boy named Sous

The kitchen staff was arguing over who got to move into the freezer while they waited for the heatwave to end. The cook's main argument was that he was the most important member of the staff, bar Priestly, and thus by right of seniority, the freezer should be his. The dishwasher noted that the cook, used to standing over a hot stove all day, was used to heat and should be bothered by it all. The busboy's point that the dishwasher got to spend all day playing with water so he should get it didn't go over well with anyone at all.

Priestly's point that a) the freezer was more than large enough to house all of them and the army of penguins that may or may not have already taken up residence in the back with more than enough room to spare, and b) no one was allowed to move into his freezer, are you kidding? now get back to work ended the argument pretty succinctly, he thought.

Of course, then they just started bickering over the walk-in cooler instead.

Today's specials
Gazpacho
Chopped salad with feta, lime, and mint
Letting the kitchen staff dump a vat of frozen yogurt over your head

Luke's was open.

Cooking shirtless wasn't something Priestly did a whole lot -- anyone who'd ever been spot burned on the pectoral by drops of flying hot oil would understand why -- but the occasion seemed to call for it, this time.

Also, somehow despite the adventures of yesterday, he was still feeling pretty hot and twitchy, so shirtless was definitely the way to go.

"So," he said, flipping a pancake with an expert flick of the skillet -- yes, he was TOTALLY showing off, why do you ask? "How do you like your eggs?"

[ooc: For the lovely lady promised breakfast, and potentially the roommate should he wander in.]