"I'll take non-smoking," Melora said, with something approaching her usual eccentric dignity. "I will leave you to navigate the hellish fumes of the smoking section."
She was still incredibly confused, but she wasn't going to let it interfere with her job.
She worked. The restaurant found itself with several of its regular customers. There were a few people she has never seen before, which was odd for a place like this, and nothing horrible happened either. So no broken glasses or spilt food. It was now about 12:30.
One of the men looked up at her, "What, oh yeah, just dropped in on our way through right?" He said looking to the others who nodded in agreement. "I'll have..." He paused for a moment to relook in the menu, "If you still servin breakfast I'll have some pancakes. 5 I guess." Then the three other men went on with their orders.
She was still incredibly confused, but she wasn't going to let it interfere with her job.
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She finally got a chance to serve one of the new customers, so she went over to their table.
"Hi! Is this your first time here at Mrs. Lovett's? Always nice to see new faces! Can I get you anything?"
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She walked over to the kitchen and attached the slip to the turntable.
{Sorry I'm late. Life has been sheerest chaos.}