Afterparty

[latinumsbetter]

[After the execution finishes and Wendy is dragged down into the Earth by that absolute horrific monstrosity of a creature and Typhon gives his goodbye, Quark will stand there for a long moment in the silence, before announcing, in a voice that wavers while trying to go for neutral:]

The bar’ll be open. Sitting around alone isn’t going to help anyone. [he turns to look at Ferdinand] Ferdinand, you’re with me. I need someone to move the table.

[and, taking Cerejeira’s elbow, he’s going to head out of the Arena. So...post trial, the Eatery’s been moved into bar configuration by Ferdinand and Quark. There’s been several of the extra togas gathered and folded to be used as blankets. There are snacks from the pantry brought out and placed on plates and in bowls and left out to eat. The bar is open, but so is the kitchen, if anyone wants to make something.

Both Ferdinand and Quark can be found behind the bar, the latter attempting to teach the former how to use the replicator he’s now got back there in addition to the other drink components. At least it’s keeping them busy. They’re both there to serve drinks, however.

The door is open.]

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[catsgothistongue]

[The badass, doesn't afraid of anything type, right?]

Okonomiyaki! It's a dish from home. Friend of mine makes 'em all the time in her shop.

[He speaks fondly and earnestly, sliding the plate closer insistently though not far enough it goes over the edge. Sniff check should determine it smells delicious rather than deadly.]

Try it!

[C'mon Quark, don't make him bust out the sad doe eyes.]

[latinumsbetter]

Alright, alright, I will, don't get your lobes in a twist. [he'll just grab a fork from behind the bar (because someone has never used chopsticks) and cut a small piece of it with the side of the fork before popping it in his mouth and chewing]

Huh. That's pretty good. What's made of? [he's immediately going back for a second bite]

[catsgothistongue]

Well, it's made from this batter mixed with cabbages, eggs, meat...

[op has neither made or ate okonomiyaki before in their life and keeps getting conflicting recipes and ingredients online, so pretend Ranma's going into better detail of prepping, grilling, the works while Quark is finishing off his plate]

[latinumsbetter]

[op is so fine, Quark is going to pick at that one way or another, polishing off the rest of the plate while he talks]

Can you make anything else?

[catsgothistongue]

[bless u ;w;]

'Course I can.

[He'd get sick of eating the same meal day after day otherwise. He's gotta have variety, cleanse his palate and all that jazz.]

[latinumsbetter]

How'd you feel about cooking for the bar in the evenings? [CASUALLY]

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma blinks, taking a moment to process what was said. Ten seconds later, he finally answers...]

Depends. How's the pay?

[He's kidding!

Partially kidding. Cooking in the bar would keep him busy and keep his mind off their current predicament, he'd do it for free... Buuuuuuuuuuuuuut who can say no to getting some moolah?]

[latinumsbetter]

[Ranma may be kidding, but that question does make Quark look at him appraisingly, with something like approval.]

A token a night.

[catsgothistongue]

[A single token?!?! If Ranma was serious about being paid, he'd make a fuss. Who does he look like, Konatsu???

Unlike them, Ranma knows his worth, and knows how to haggle. Feigning disinterest, Ranma turns his back to the Ferengi.]

I'm not slavin' over a hot stove for pocket change. Five tokens a night.

[Tbh he wants to see how far he can keep this bit going]

[latinumsbetter]

Five! [outraged, or at least sounding like it] That's robbery!

[he folds his arms]

Two.

[catsgothistongue]

[He barks out a disbelieving laugh.]

Who's robbing who now?

[Tapping his chin with one finger... before cocking his head to look back, with a sly smile on his face while he raises three more fingers.]

Four.

[latinumsbetter]

[Quark tsks, looking annoyed] That's pushin' it. I got other employees, y'know!

[his eyes narrow]

Three. That's my final offer.

[catsgothistongue]

[Ranma briefly toys with the proposal of three tokens and an employee discount in his mind, but figures best to not push his luck.

Faux-deliberating over the offer with a chin scratch, Ranma holds out his hand for a shake to solidify the agreement.]

Pleasure doing business with you!

[latinumsbetter]

[He'll reach out and shake his hand, then, looking pleased]

The pleasure is mine. I'll have your contract ready by tomorrow.