"Top of the morning to you, Julia," Lana remarked as she came sweeping back from the walk in cooler, carrying out trays of dozens of delicately and intricately detailed flowers, each one as edible as it looked real, to be used for the special creation she was making for the evening.  There were, of course, plenty to be done for the lunch rush, but like all things in life, preparation was the absolute key.  She returned just in time to bare witness to the first slap of metal against skin, the sound sending a slow shiver racing along her spine.  For a moment she paused before Julia, the corner of her mouth quirking up as her eyes very quickly took in each detail of the new waitress.  "Looks like we get some morning entertainment," murmured low before she continued on to her section of the kitchen.<br/><br/>Late on the first day?  Unable to recognize Alex Snell by face?  The patisssière inwardly snickered as she slid the trays  into the waiting metal racks where they'd be ignored for the next few hours, and she finally went to retrieve her first 'cup' of caffeine for the day.  The cup in question was actually a thirty-two ounce, bright red beverage container with the shimmering image of the Evil Queen from Sleeping Beauty plastered on front; it was her only memento from the first (and only) theme park she'd gone to and one used on a daily basis for her generous intake of iced coffee.  Well, what became a sorry excuse for coffee as she mixed in a generous amount of French Vanilla creamer that turned the drink pale.<br/><br/>She held the drink in hand as she calmly approached the waitress, though kept some feet of distance so she could take in full view of Jamie's tutelage, and studied her with a cold detachment that a scientist would observe a mere experiment or patient with.  The clip of her heels were soft yet precise, stopping dead as she came to pause and brazenly stared, her eyes running smooth over the rib cage and narrowing with thought.   It wasn't until after the girl had clutched at the thrown clothing did Lana opt to speak half a heart beat later, giving her just long enough to feel the first verbal lash of the head waitress.<br/><br/>"You need to eat more, I'm going to need more cream than I planned for today.  You're also going to need to wear more attractive heels, those look like my dead mother's."  The tone of the words coming in complete contradiction of her stance and features, soft and laced with gentleness, before the pastry chef was turning and walking away.  An idle glance at the clock told her the new girl wasn't the only one who was going to be in some trouble for being late.  Where the devil was her sister?  Pushing the thought aside -- as she wasn't the least concerned over what reprimand would befall the younger Faye, her sister was her own keeper -- Lana sipped more from the thick straw and dived back into the dessert preparations.<br/>