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Richard put on a faux serious face as he nodded at Juliana's reprimand, and listened to the waiter describing everything. Richard wondered whether the waiter was as competent as his illustrious clothes seemed to indicate. As they reached the kitchen doors, Richard was surprised at the waitress' severe manner but found it slightly amusing. 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' came to mind somehow. "You could call her 'The Iron Lady'. Of course, whether she'd take that as a compliment or not is hard to say...Anyway! Shall we meet the chef?" Richard laughed lightly as he pictured a stereotypical chef, a Frenchman with a twirly moustache. Richard didn't have time to register that he was actually enjoying himself here.