Young
*The premiere Runran restaurant in New Salvania, the Blooming Lotus, was not as busy as it should have been. Having once been a simple food stall, Hu lang had expanded into a full fledged restaurant, and she had become successful enough that she could afford 2 days off for restocking and rest in addition to mornings. Today's special was noodles, and the kemonomimi had just finished a large batch of fresh, hand pulled noodles, ready to be cooked. She turned to the other workers, giving them a reminder.*

"Don't leave them in for too long!"

*Her hands, arms and face dusted with flower, Tian took off her hat once away from the prep station, wiping her brow with a damp towel.*
John
*Rather unnoticeably, a Trenton seemed to wander into the tavern. He looked lost, meekly holding a sheet of paper in his hands as he stumbled about. The Trenton himself was dressed in a green tunic with the standard clothing that came of a somewhat poor man. Notably, a sword and sheath on his belt, typical for some kind of adventurer.*

*Gabriel managed to find his way to the bar, taking some time to get the tender's attention.*
"Excuse me- I'm here for a job? I've got the uh, application... Do you need this or, is there somewhere I need to be?" 
*He seemed admittedly out of his depth and very uncomfortable.*
Young
*Hu Lang's keen eyes see the dark skinned Treton enter easily, though that was no feat as he easily stood out from the rest of the crowd. He probably wasn't from here. Siuian? No, he didn't look quite like it. He was dressed in Salvanian or Mentian style clothing, after all.*

*As he approached the bar, a pretty young kitsune would greet him.*

"Hi there, what can I get for you today?"

*She listened as Gabriel explained himself, then giggled.*

"Sorry sir, but I'm not aware of any drink called a 'job'. Haha, I'm kidding. You can go to Ms. Hu Lang over there."

*The kitsune pointed over to Hu Lang, who was looking over.*
John
*The Trenton scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile. He gave the attendant a small bow in thanks, and moved on to 'Ms. Hu Lang'.*

"H-hello! My name is Gabriel Faraam Tarvech- The lady over there said to talk to you. I mean, I'm here for a job, and I've got my application as well."

*As with most people, the Trenton quite easily stood over Hu Lang. Although in most regards he was completely average, height, build, age. He would have been given up for a Mentian, save for his foreign jewelry and decidedly not-mentian accent.*
Young
"Hm, I see. I'm Hu Lang, the owner of this restaurant. Follow me."

*Hu Lang would look up at him, looking at his features. Tian was small, and was perhaps mistakable for someone as young as 18, except for her gaze. It was definitely not one of someone innocent and young. She took the application from him, screening over it as she walked towards the kitchen and break room.*

"Tell me Gabriel, do you have any experience with cooking? And what style of cooking do you have? Mentian? Salvanian?"
John
*The trenton seemed to fumble with his hands as Hu Lang took the paper. Nodding quickly as he followed, glancing around in awe at the back half of her establishment. His attention then came back around to the small oriate, and he thought about her questions.*
"Uhm. Well, I don't actually have any *Formal* Training- But my younger sibling is a genius at cooking though, and whatever I know came from him!"

*Not exactly the most inviting portfolio for an employer, but Gabe seemed to believe it enough to qualify.*
"P-please miss, I'm sort of desperate for work. Even if im not in the kitchen, i'll do anything. I-im pretty strong too, so if you name a task I can do it no questions asked!"
Young
"Hm, I see."

*Hu Lang quickly scanned the piece of paper nonchalantly. Personal info, past job experiences, yada yada. She really didn't care. The kemono made a mental box in her head where she put Gabriel's important info, then discarded the rest. Why did she care about his past jobs?*

*She then balled up the piece of paper and tossed it into one of the cooking fires.*

"I don't know what other jobs you've been to, but I operate a little differently. Follow me. Hana, take over!"

*A young macen girl bowed, then began directing the cooking staff. Hu Lang gestured to follow her, then moved into her own personal kitchen. Inside was several large ice chests, some containers of spices, herbs, and other stuff; basically anything a chef could ask for, but it was structured like an actual home kitchen.*

"You said you could cook, right? I don't care if you're formally trained, I wasn't either. Well, if you can cook, make something for me, and I'll eat it. Use anything you want, just be sure to clean up."

*Hu Lang then began to prepare some tea for the two while they waited.*
John
*Gabe followed Hu Lang closely, somewhat like a duckling and its mother. Arriving at their new destination, he takes a look around the place. It was definitely nice, nothing like they had at home though. Was this the norm for people in the mainland? Even Mira had a nice one like this in her home.*

*The Trenton then looks towards Hu Lang as she instructs him. Nodding quickly as he takes his place behind the counter. He takes a little longer than you'd like to find everything he needs.*
"Thank you ma'am! I won't disappoint you." 

*He hoped anyway. Now then, to start. Gabe searched the ice chest for a fish, finding one and plopping it down on a cutting board. He carefully guts and debones the thing, slicing said meat up into portions.*
"Do you like sea food, Ms. Hu Lang?"