<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 5 | 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue T-Shirt, Black Shorts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nina<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None, Unless the Food Channel Turns You On<hr/><br/>Sarah<em>was</em>a morning person. There was nothing she liked better than to get out and enjoy the smell of fresh... smoke? She immediately ran into the kitchen and found the source of the problem. It was a matter of a few seconds to locate a lid and put it over the burning food - the best way to stop a grease fire. Turning to the damsel in distress, she asked, "Are you OK?" It was Nina, apparently. By now, she had gained a partial acquaintance with many of the people on the island (it had been five days after all), and she had chatted up Nina a couple of days ago at the beach. So she knew her well enough to be confused.<br/><br/>"Wait... don't you run the restaurants on the ship?" Apparently, being able to actually prepare food didn't necessarily disqualify one for the position. Live and learn.<br/><br/>"Here, let me take care of breakfast." She grabbed a half dozen eggs, and what was left of the diced vegetables and some ham and got to work scrambling.