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sweetlies[It isn't his first business venture, and most certainly not the first one where he has management over his head, but he hasn't had to give a direct report to anyone in years, not even the Earl Phantomhive, whichever one it might have been at the time. He does his job well, whatever it might be, and he doesn't foresee any issue with it, otherwise he never would have taken this job to begin with, but now that he has the cafe to himself, he has started the process of organizing things, and that's exactly what Undertaker is doing.]
[Pen in hand, paper on a clipboard, he's still old school when it comes to sorting. Supplies had been easy enough to order. The menu was decided upon and ingredients set and ready to go. The hardest part about all of that had been agreeing not to bring his own brand of cookie into anything, except on special occasions. A small price to pay. Not everyone could appreciate his humor, and that was a shame, but he would let it slide. What was left was to give the whole place an open, inviting feel. Easy enough to do with the funeral parlor, such as it was, but the cafe was a breeze.]
[If this was supposed to be a challenge, he felt he should have upped the stakes a few notches.]
[Ciel has the camera discreetly recording Undertaker as he does everything. It's nice seeing the man in such a social atmosphere and slipping into his role so easily. He does want to try to throw him off a little though, setting the camera on one of the tables and carefully keeping it propped up, before tossing an apron onto the counter in front of the man.]
Forgot your 'uniform.'
[Ciel is wearing a similar one, black with pale blue flames coming up from the bottom. It might not fit the Victorian pair very much but he is trying to meet this place halfway.]
[He'd be proud of the boy's efforts, and really, he is. But he's not above making a bit of a jest at it all in spite of everything. Undertaker turns to look at the apron that has been given over to him with his brand of grin.]
Oh? And here I thought that one was yours. Milord looks so professional in it.
[He giggles, but takes the cloth and lifts it to hook over his head. Without the top hat, it's not hard at all to do, but getting the length of his hair over the loop makes for a little bit of work, something he's quite practiced in after so long with it as it is. He makes short work of his mane and the apron and leaves the mess of it hanging over his shoulder so he can freely tie a bow at his back at the waist.]
Do I look like I belong here yet?
[He resists sticking his tongue out. He's a nobleman still, at least in behavior, and a business owner. There has to be some attempts to seem professional on his part... it's hard to resist though.]
I mean, it could be but then I'd be the manager and where would you be? [Ciel smiles though.] It's perfect though.
[He's even had 'manager' embroidered onto it.
After a moment, he slips to the counter to set out some tins of tea and coffee. Even if neither of them is a fan. Announcement time!]
As you can see, we've entered into the cafe business. It's taken a bit of work to get a location and the design but it's all come together finally.
[Undertaker, blind as he is, hasn't noticed that the camera has been recording this whole time, and so he looks to Ciel with a tilt of his head.]
My lord, of course we have. I've just been working with you on it this whole day.
[He flashes a sweet smile at the man, and he's very obviously too innocent.]
Whoops, perhaps I put the camera too far away.
[No, he wanted everyone to see how lighthearted Undertaker could be. And the position of it gave a wide view of the cafe as a whole.]
Say hello to the Quarantine?
[Ah, so this is what Ciel has been up to. He's not upset in the least, and he'll even offer a wave to the camera.]
Well, hello! Fancy meeting all of you here. We're just about ready to open, so don't worry yourself over where to get your next cup of whatever it is you like. If it's not here, we'll get it for you.
[He's not bothered and that's nice. It makes Ciel heave a soft, relieved, sigh. And then he focuses on the camera again.]
Since this is our grand opening, any couples that visit today will get a free cup of a drink of their choice with the purchase of another one. Of course, we don't want anyone single to feel left out, so feel free to find a way to show affection here, whether with customers or staff, and we'll find a deal for you.
Happy Valentine's Day, Quarantine.
(replies fromsweetlies and somakemelaugh. Cafe menu here.)
[Pen in hand, paper on a clipboard, he's still old school when it comes to sorting. Supplies had been easy enough to order. The menu was decided upon and ingredients set and ready to go. The hardest part about all of that had been agreeing not to bring his own brand of cookie into anything, except on special occasions. A small price to pay. Not everyone could appreciate his humor, and that was a shame, but he would let it slide. What was left was to give the whole place an open, inviting feel. Easy enough to do with the funeral parlor, such as it was, but the cafe was a breeze.]
[If this was supposed to be a challenge, he felt he should have upped the stakes a few notches.]
[Ciel has the camera discreetly recording Undertaker as he does everything. It's nice seeing the man in such a social atmosphere and slipping into his role so easily. He does want to try to throw him off a little though, setting the camera on one of the tables and carefully keeping it propped up, before tossing an apron onto the counter in front of the man.]
Forgot your 'uniform.'
[Ciel is wearing a similar one, black with pale blue flames coming up from the bottom. It might not fit the Victorian pair very much but he is trying to meet this place halfway.]
[He'd be proud of the boy's efforts, and really, he is. But he's not above making a bit of a jest at it all in spite of everything. Undertaker turns to look at the apron that has been given over to him with his brand of grin.]
Oh? And here I thought that one was yours. Milord looks so professional in it.
[He giggles, but takes the cloth and lifts it to hook over his head. Without the top hat, it's not hard at all to do, but getting the length of his hair over the loop makes for a little bit of work, something he's quite practiced in after so long with it as it is. He makes short work of his mane and the apron and leaves the mess of it hanging over his shoulder so he can freely tie a bow at his back at the waist.]
Do I look like I belong here yet?
[He resists sticking his tongue out. He's a nobleman still, at least in behavior, and a business owner. There has to be some attempts to seem professional on his part... it's hard to resist though.]
I mean, it could be but then I'd be the manager and where would you be? [Ciel smiles though.] It's perfect though.
[He's even had 'manager' embroidered onto it.
After a moment, he slips to the counter to set out some tins of tea and coffee. Even if neither of them is a fan. Announcement time!]
As you can see, we've entered into the cafe business. It's taken a bit of work to get a location and the design but it's all come together finally.
[Undertaker, blind as he is, hasn't noticed that the camera has been recording this whole time, and so he looks to Ciel with a tilt of his head.]
My lord, of course we have. I've just been working with you on it this whole day.
[He flashes a sweet smile at the man, and he's very obviously too innocent.]
Whoops, perhaps I put the camera too far away.
[No, he wanted everyone to see how lighthearted Undertaker could be. And the position of it gave a wide view of the cafe as a whole.]
Say hello to the Quarantine?
[Ah, so this is what Ciel has been up to. He's not upset in the least, and he'll even offer a wave to the camera.]
Well, hello! Fancy meeting all of you here. We're just about ready to open, so don't worry yourself over where to get your next cup of whatever it is you like. If it's not here, we'll get it for you.
[He's not bothered and that's nice. It makes Ciel heave a soft, relieved, sigh. And then he focuses on the camera again.]
Since this is our grand opening, any couples that visit today will get a free cup of a drink of their choice with the purchase of another one. Of course, we don't want anyone single to feel left out, so feel free to find a way to show affection here, whether with customers or staff, and we'll find a deal for you.
Happy Valentine's Day, Quarantine.
(replies from
sweetlies and somakemelaugh. Cafe menu here.)
