Snippet #2438391

Well, he found the dining hall, unfortunately it already had a chef. He shook his head at the question, "No thanks, I was hoping to apply for a job in the kitchen actually."

"Oh, yeah! For my little guide." He reached into his pocket and found the remains of a snack he had this morning, tossing some crumbs to the little bird. For good measure he reached down and patted it gently on the head. After that he set the case held in his left hand on a nearby table and dropped his ruck sack on the floor, stretching to get some mobility back into his tired limbs.

Looking back to the chef he stood up straight, "Though not classically trained, I have some experience in the kitchen. I hope there is a position available." After he spoke he tried to discreetly look about the place, to get a feel for this chef and his style.