Pausing with fork halfway to his mouth, he raises a hand to one of the other servers, using his particular, Robin Goodfellow form of sign language. One finger for one bottle of red wine (a heady red will go just as well with sweet and salty fudge as it will with the fine beef). Two fingers for two glasses. Crooked palm for bring it over here and don't dawdle. True, that Robin drinks on the job, and large amounts, but he always takes it out of his own bottom line at the end of the week. He is far too shrewd to run his own business out of business.
And this is a conversation that needs wine.
"Good of you to figure it out without being told," he says, finally letting the food reach his mouth. There were at least a number of employees that still had not got that far, that Robin was not even a little human despite appearances. He makes no efforts to hide what he is, but he makes no more than that to reveal it.
"My standards are high because I've consumed a lot of food in my life. I know what's good, and I know that good is better. If it's not better, it's really not worth it. I am no fan of mediocrity when I could have a meal that I remember."
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Date: 2013-02-10 11:57 pm (UTC)And this is a conversation that needs wine.
"Good of you to figure it out without being told," he says, finally letting the food reach his mouth. There were at least a number of employees that still had not got that far, that Robin was not even a little human despite appearances. He makes no efforts to hide what he is, but he makes no more than that to reveal it.
"My standards are high because I've consumed a lot of food in my life. I know what's good, and I know that good is better. If it's not better, it's really not worth it. I am no fan of mediocrity when I could have a meal that I remember."
And the same would apply, from Robin, to much.