THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

 

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

 

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

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Natasha Romanoff | OTA

[outstandingbalance]

[Good to her word, Natasha wanders into the bistro eventually. When no one greats her at the door, she sidles up to a table to snag a menu and look it ove curiously, cracking a little smile as she considers the menu entries.

Looks like Jarvis has done it, hasn't he?]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière is around at the sight of a beautiful woman because of course he is. He has a second sense when it comes to this kind of thing. So Natasha gets a gentle CLUNK as he lands on the table in front of her. ]

Bonjour, mademoiselle! Are you interested in any of our delicious meals today?

[outstandingbalance]

Mais bien sûr, monsieur. [Is Natasha surprised by a speaking candlestick? Yes. Yes, she absolutely is. The shock is mild. At this point, she's not sure she can muster more than that for something that's not an immediate threat. But it's still a surprise.

Just not enough that she can't dust off her french.] I'm just looking for now, though.

[servantnotserving]

[He appreciates the French, as he does only mild shock. The more people who don't make a big Thing about it, the better, in his opinion. ]

Parfait! I shall leave you to perusing, unless you want some recommendations?

[outstandingbalance]

[Recommendations from a candlestick.

All right.]

I'd love recommendations. How familiar are you with the menu?

[servantnotserving]

Very! I have not tasted it myself, of course, because, well-

[He gestures at himself. ]

But I have seen others eat them, and I am good at judging based on their expressions. Would you like a larger or smaller meal? So I can narrow it down a little.

[outstandingbalance]

That's fair, I think. Let's say dinner—;I brought an appetite.

[She smiles faintly as she answers, distant but not detached, encouraging his suggestions.]

[servantnotserving]

Wonderful.

[His own smile is very bright, he takes a great amount of joy in this, and it shows. ]

The goulash is delicious, though I would recommend the pizza, too. It is named after a wonderful person, and its flavour matches that.

[outstandingbalance]

I know him. Knew him now, I guess. What style pizza is it?

[universal_charm]

_{[ Jarvis was part of his ship, so of course he had to come and see what this new adventure was about. He was glad the other had found something to occupy him. He was very afraid he might have gone mad on their little boat. He spotted Natasha's familiar red hair and smiled, coming over to her. ]}

Mind if I share the table?

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha gestures to the seat across from her in a silent invitation.]

Dropping in to investigate the menu too?

[universal_charm]

Well, he is one of my crewman. Plus I want to make sure he wasn't holding out on us all this time.

_{[ The last is said with a teasing note, a little twist of a smile as he glances around the place. ]}

Honestly, I'm glad. I think he would have gone made in the Tourist' kitchen.

[outstandingbalance]

I have a hard time imagining Jarvis holding out on anyone. Not in his nature.

[She glances across the dining room with a slight, pointed smile.]

I also doubt you've seen the last of him feeding your crew, though I suppose I could be wrong.

[universal_charm]

I admit, I will admit that. Though between you and me, I think I was giving him small aneurisms every time I decided to cook something for myself.

_{[ He leaned forward, whispering low like there was some sort of conspiracy. ]}

I actually cooked for him once. I thought the universe might implode.

[outstandingbalance]

Maybe nothing that catastrophic, but I am surprised he didn't have a full blown panic attack.

[She leans in a little herself, smiling faintly.]

What did you make? I have to know.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He leans in further towards her, holding up his hand to shield his mouth, as if to impart a dire secret in the most obvious fashion possible. ]}

Pancakes. Buttermilk.

[outstandingbalance]

I'm surprised he didn't lead a mutiny.

[Amused by the idea, really.]

Do you make breakfast for people often?

[edwinjarvis]

[After Natasha meeting his dear new candleman waiter, Jarvis will be swooping into the table to sit. Just as a friend, more than someone serving her; it's nice to catch up with her professional taste tester!! He seems even more energetic and pleased than usual; perhaps this eatery was a wonderful pick-me-up for this homesick soul.]

Miss Romanoff! How have you been this evening?

[outstandingbalance]

No complaints. [She smiles when she sees him, her answer deliberate—it's not a lie. Whatever else might be going on in her life, she's no going to burden Jarvis with it. Especially not when she's happy for what he's made here.] I see you've been filling out the staff. Very eager to please.

[edwinjarvis]

[No complaints is the best answer, okay.]

Oh, yes! I would hate for this place to suffer from a lack of hands or energy.

I must say, I didn't expect some of the workers I've gotten -- but they're all very good workers indeed.

[If not likely to break into song, sometimes.]

[outstandingbalance]

You deserve the help. You've got a good thing going here.

[She raises her eyebrows slightly, mock curious.]

So what should I try? You've got quite the menu here. Not even sure where to start.

[edwinjarvis]

Oh, I suppose it depends on what you prefer! We have styles of all varieties, but perhaps I could interest you in the pasta dish. A young man named Carl wanted terribly to have a decent meatball and spaghetti. Mr. Walker and his viciously strong-stomached cohorts have wiped out our bread stock in one terrible swoop, but the spaghetti most-certainly has come through safe and sound.

[quickly before he rambles more]

[outstandingbalance]

I know him. Have the feeling the kid has gone without before. [That may seem off topic, but to Natasha it makes sense. She can see how something like spaghetti would be comforting to him.] Sounds good. I'll try your pasta.

[edwinjarvis]

Excellent! Would you like a Roger's Iced Tea as well?

[C:]

[outstandingbalance]

I thought iced tea was a mortal sin to the British?

[Amused. Look, she's heard Peggy talk about tea.]