Madison had a look at where the grumbling was going on as the sight of this fat slob of a Tavern Owner. The fact that he was sweating right into the food of all things just made his stomach flip for a second in protest. And the food looked no better as it looked to be undercooked or overcooked or just plain spoiled and rehashed. His mouth watered in it's own form of protest as if he was still too hungry to care but in truth he did. He wasn't ordering anything and in fact he saw an opportunity to better this place. Sure it was more so the fact that this tavern owner had managed to press a berserk button by trying to serve up some undercooked chicken and as such Madison got up and made a beeline for behind the counter.<br/><br/>He didn't even let the Tavern Owner speak as he felt his emotion run on his sleeve.<strong>"For the love of Astral, what in the hell are you <em>doing</em>?!"</strong>He said pulling the leg up and showing it to him.<strong><em>"This!? This</em> is what you're going to serve?! Imbecile! You're going to kill someone serving that!"</strong>Madison looked like he had control over himself but the amount of force in his voice and the shift he took from a skittish under confident person to someone completely assertive was an astounding transformation.<strong>"You clearly <em>need</em> help so, go and wash the dishes and utensils, clean yourself up and let someone who knows what they're doing take the kitchen."</strong>Madison was staring a hole into him as if daring to so much as protest was the next part in showing his assertive energy.<br/><br/>First thing Madison does is check the food and what he had to work with. Hopefully some good resources to be had here and hopefully he could turn coal into diamonds essentially. It was a disaster at the very moment at least as the larder reeked of meats (particularly dead seafood such as dead crabs and open clams and some chicken) on the verge of spoiling. He even found a few knives that seen better days. That immediately went out into the disposal and he outright chewed out the Tavern Owner again for that shit.<strong>"Imbecile! Get rid of that and find me something fresh!"</strong>The Tavern Owner at the very least was good following orders. The signs of poor management to be sure as resources going to waste and vegetables not prepped and sanitized were deplorable. Thankfully the stores of flour and such were untouched so he had breads to work with. Cheese wheels and such were also good because of the simplistic fact that cheese has a longer lifespan and shelf life. Precooked sausages were also available so he did have some decent meat (thank the heavens for that). Further more stuff like corn meal, yeast, pasta and such were available and olive oil thankfully. Basically stuff that didn't spoil easily.<br/><br/>Turning back to his equipment he saw a brick oven, a long fire pit that had cauldrons of food that was soon to be discarded. Which he set to doing himself with old fashioned oven gloves to grip it, dump it and quickly give it a wash before giving it over to the Tavern Owner. A wooden counter, a number of dusted pots and pans and a pile of dishes of course. The Tavern Owner was already working on that so Madison would glance over and takes out his travelers book. Talking to himself more so as if to focus his thoughts<strong>"I'm going to work on something fresh and get the menu ready."</strong>Heading over to what was clearly a chalk board he dusted it off and started writing up the appetizers, entrees, desserts and soups. He glanced towards his travelers book and opened it with a slight smile. The contents were his personal recipes from the more modern eras and he doubted very much that other had thought of these. At least in the Treasure Tavern at least so writing it up.<br/><br/>As he does his hands extend a touch and he breathes in slowly and then out as if cleansing the anger he had just channeled and absorbing the tranquility of this kitchen and it was there to be found amidst all the clamoring. More or less he found a focus to pull his attentions on and it allowed him to effectively channel that assertive energy into a positive spirit. Maybe it was his newfound magical potential clamoring out but he didn't find this difficult to contend with. Second he came back into reality he found his voice and shouted over the customers clamoring for orders or complaining.<strong>"Okay folks, I know your hungry but sit down and enjoy a round of ale here! Compliments of the Treasure Tavern! We're getting a fresh start here and I am not going to take any lip from anyone in this place."</strong>That would help placate the people here and buy him some time. He made sure to wash his hands throughly with a quick amount of warmed sea water and wipe them dry with a bit of cloth. Then he takes a second cloth and pulls it over his head tying it together at the back like a bandana which was to prevent him from sweating or getting hair in his food. Time to get to work!<br/><br/>With his focus set and his hands washed he sets to work at once. What he wanted to make first thing he does is get some of that flour and several wooden bowls. He was going to be making several different types of bread. So he gets a cauldron of water so it can get heated up and takes several cups of it for his needs when it starts to let off steam. First things first was to make some some pizza dough. Which he made with several cups of flour, yeast, a small bit of salt and finally olive oil in tablespoons. His hands got into it real good and started kneading and massaging everything together with a faint smile upon his face. Tossing it from hand to hand he would turn it over end over end, slamming it back down into the wooden bowl properly kneaded and covers it up. In truth he was not going to be making pizza but calzones. He figured that would be much more satisfying.<strong>"Ready up some water and give those vegetables a rinse. I'm going to need them up here soon enough!"</strong><br/><br/>Setting to work on the second dough he was prepping the appetizers of which was his absolute favorite and a specialty of his. Seasoned soft pretzels to be exact, combining salt, flour, yeast, sugar and water and beginning to knead it all like he did the last time. He would not need much time to let this rise so he gets a rolling cutter up and ready and he was all too happy for what he would need next. Madison both took his time but also worked in a efficient manner prepping multiple items at once and working them over back and forth to make the best amount of effort for his time. That was one of the secrets to success, making the most out of the time one has. Once that was starting to rise he would take it out and began prepping the strainer ladle and began cutting the pretzel dough into long strips and making that appealing shape. Placing each one in the ladle he starts giving them a ten second bath in the simmering caldron of water before bringing them over to the tray. Making use of some softened butter he brushes them with it to act as an adhesive and then sprinkles salt and pepper. The first batch would go into the brick oven ready to take it out with the wooden spatula.<br/><br/>Next was to prep his pasta dough which was in truth his favorite kind as well. Ravioli, and he knew exactly what kind he would make, sausage ravioli with a tomato sauce. First thing he does is the sauce and for this he first washes his hands again, dries them and takes a full onion and a rib of celery and dioceses it finely hen into the cauldron it goes with a tiny bit of salt and olive oil. Lifting the chain up a bit he would allow it to slowly sweat so that it turns golden. As this happens over the course of fifteen minutes he preps his tomatoes. Cutting them up into a freshly washed wooden bowl, which were diced and then crushed by freshly washed hands in order to puree the tomato proper. Next same some salt, sugar and some black pepper to give it the kick he wanted and mixes all of this with the onions and celery. Next came the crushed garlic bulbs and mixes it slowly letting the tomato sauce simmer.<br/><br/>Now to make them ravioli and calzones. First thing he does is with his washed vegetables he would chop up upon the cutting board cauliflower, bell peppers, and crushes some of the pre cooked sausage and mixes it together with some diced cheeses, using multiple ones to make a nice mixture for the calzones. Now for the pizza dough which he rolls out and flattens with the wooden rolling pin. Then cutting them into different sections and shaping them into circles. One side is topped with the mixed together food and then the others side of the dough is pulled over top with the edges pinched tight so that it would be a nice little pocket. Taking a knife he would cut air vents into the top so that they wouldn't burst and it would make sure there weren't any pockets of hot air inside for customers. Nobody likes that and he cannot blame them. He's been burned enough times to know what that was like. The ravioli dough would be rolled out nice and thin and then cut into rectangles using so as to make two of equal length and width. This was so to get that traditional top and bottom to pinch it down when it came time to put the sausage stuffing in.<br/><br/>So when it came time he swapped the soft pretzels out and placed them into a wicker basket for a nice presentation and then would place the calzones on the tray and into the oven it goes. The boiling water would have the ravioli cooking within it after sitting out for twenty minutes to dry out before their bath. He was timing this all together so that the entrees and appetizers could come out in sequence, so that the hungry folks would have their food and sustenance.<strong>"Appetizers up! You get them out to the tables and get those drinks ready, yer going to have another batch of orders coming in soon!"</strong>Madison said to the Tavern Owner whilst he continued his work without missing a step. Those whom wanted calzones would have them, ravioli would be coming out in a few moments on fresh plates and utensils. All of it would be fantastic and Madison had the confidence to show for it. And the best thing is he's just getting started.