"We have pending orders on table 19!"
"Guest 13 leaving, prepare the table for guest 24!"
"Chef!"
It was utter chaos in the kitchen and staff area of Sage and Salt. Everyone was working like a well-oiled machine that made things go as smoothly as possible. Guests leave and arrive every minute, and all dishes must be prepared with the utmost care.
It was nothing like the rush hour of Lucent White, but maybe that's because it was a potion shop, and this one was an equivalent of a five-star Michelin restaurant in the occult society.
Nana told me that before Alex was taken by his father, he helped in the kitchen and in hunting for food. Most ingredients were outsourced, and some were freshly gathered from Tothlem Morge itself.
Now, it made sense that Alex knew the forest like the back of
