ORDER #42
- 1x Peach Cobbler
- 1x Coffee (Black)
Note: Keep warm for R. Starling. Ham radio popped on, says he'll be here "before the sun expands". Idiots, all of them.
WALKOUT - TABLE 4
Left three silver coins that smell like burnt sulfur. The lipstick on the mug won't wash off with industrial bleach.
Room 12 is a menace. I'm telling Malachor to charge her for the glassware.
Shift 4,000? I lost track.
MEMO FROM MGMT:
"Rhiannon, please do not sigh quite so loudly when the shadows ask for water."
Easy for him to say. He doesn't have to mop up the ectoplasm by the jukebox.