John
*Three silver a day... A definite downgrade from the few jobs as a mercenary he had managed to get. Still, beggers can't be choosers, and it seemed to be a living wage. The trenton bowed solemly to Hu Lang, wishing to express his gratitude.*

"I understand ma'am. I appreciate this very much, I won't let you down. If you need me for anything else, don't hesistate to ask."

*At least he was making some money now, and within a week or two a check would finally see his wallet. Not to mention he'd be able to send money back home.*
"You don't know how much this means to me."
Young
"I expect you not to. Washing dishes isn't hard. There's no way you could possibly screw up unless you end up breaking them."

*She nodded as he bowed. Seems like he had good manners.*

"Tell me, Gabe, do you actually want to learn how to cook? Or are you just in it for the money?"

*Her heterochromatic eyes gazed at him, like sapphire and amber gems hiding a fierceness behind them.*
John
*Gabe paused as Hu Lang posed her question, lifting his head as he thought it over.*

"I must be honest, my heart was never set on becoming a cook. I only ever learned to try and connect with my sibling. I've learned alot of things from him, and the rest of my siblings."

*He shook his head, wondering if this might caust him the job. Still, it's better to be thrown out now than when he starts to rely on this place.*

"When the well of mercenary work dried up, I figured I had to give my other skills a try. Even if none of them are particularly sharpened, I managed to learn a lot of surface level things. Reading the stars, math, language, the arts, cooking, as well as a fit body. Maybe that last one doesn't count, but I carry a lot of my family with my in my abilities. This is why I need money so urgently."

*He bowed once again, this time appologetically.*
"I'm sorry for wasting your time today Miss Hu Lang. I understand your a very passionate person when it comes to your work... So I'd understand if you threw me out now, but I beg of you, let me stay!"
Young
"I didn't ask if you wanted to be a cook. I asked if you wanted to learn *How* To cook. Because while you can get away with a bit, that lime fish mixed with the rice is not ok. So again, do you want to learn the techniques of cooking."

*She leaned forward with a slight smile.*

"You know, cooks here get paid more than dishwashers do. Don't assume that you're stuck at your level. Now, you don't have anything else to do, right? Good. Get in the kitchen, you start today!"

*She rushed over to a nearby locker and tossed him an apron with a pink lotus logo on it, and a hat.*

"Throw you out? What are you talking about? I understand that many of us have sad backstories, but I don't want to hear any of it. I don't want pitifulness; I want results, alright? Now go out there and get to work! Wash those dishes, dry them if you have time. Make sure to get every bit of grease. I want those dishes spotless, alright?"
John
*Gabe nearly misses the things being thrown at him. Catching the clothes with a sum of confusion, that seemed to turn to joy. He nodded quietly, putting on said apron, appearing abit silly looking in the wake of it. He then glances at the hat with a deal of skepticism. He supposed he'd managed to fit his unmanageable hair into a helmet, but he'd never had any luck with hats.*


*Never the less, the Trenton pushes it on. He nods at Hu Langs instructions, once again offering her a bow of gratitude. He'd been bowing a lot today.*
"Yes chef, thank you!"

*The Trenton then quickly made his way into the kitchen. He glanced around, a nerve suddenly struck as he realized his surroundings. It was a bit like a battlefield with how the workers performed... But he'd soon find his station and get to work.*