## Solomon POV It is the 6th day in the diner. An incomprehensibly enormous crate of applesauce was delivered this morning, and so we were all tasked with foisting it onto anyone and everyone who walks in. A customer refused some with his burger despite a quick and dirty pitch; in truth it is not a bad combination, but we all know it’s unideal. I will have to come up with some other bullshit to sell all of this. Madam Mawmere arrived and the diner was at a total loss for what to serve, and because the kitchen did not have any food ready she began eating food meant for the other customers — which all goes to show how dysfunctional management here is. After educating the manager and cooks on the basics of gluttony etiquette and cuisine, they began cooking up what Emil would later announce as the “Ultra Devilish Monster Meat Special,” which is truthfully such a fantastic name, describing exactly what the dish is\! The kitchen and staff became frantically busy as the kitchen cooked up the dish for Mawmere (and replaced the other customer’s dishes that she ate in the meantime). I was significantly more busy and exhausted than I should have been; the other waitstaff, Leslie and Cherry, took their sweet time coming back out from the freezer. But, unlike our ex-angel manager, I do lay down the law when needed, and a few stern words from me got Leslie and Cherry back to work. As for me, I only took a pause when Mawmere was getting impatient and beckoned Leslie over, all the while implying she would eat him. It would have been an amusing sight to see, but it did not happen \- she merely wanted some devilish company. We helped bring out the “Ultra Devilish Monster Meat Special,” which she loved. She then wanted the next course of her meal, so Emil began what he announced as the “Ultra Devilish Monster Milk Special,” which is of course an enormous milkshake. It would be the perfect time to get rid of our applesauce, though I’m unsure what the kitchen can possibly do to make this devilish in nature. While waiting for the next course, Madame Mawmere asked me to sit with her. We made pleasant small talk, and she recognized that it was rather odd that it is the ex-angel who is in charge of the diner rather than me. She insinuated that I should make efforts to sabotage Aurelian’s work, and she even made an effort to tempt me through magic. I thanked her for the kind words and said some empty statements about how our roles in our diner do not reflect our real authority status but rather our talents — but it’s true that for some reason Aurelian is the one who answers directly to Egelon and not me, and if I am ever to recover something approaching my former station, I should work on endearing myself to the Duke. So in the afternoon I wandered through the kitchens and backrooms in search of something I could report, or even sabotage, in a case against Aurelian. I discovered Isha’s sigils, which were completed in condiments — upon investigation, it seemed that they were actually nondevilish runes, specializing in the expansion and breaking of structures, and connected to the abyss and wastes. No wonder I did not recognize her despite her obviously great power. I took a note of this and moved on. Unfortunately, I had dear Leslie tailing me — it seems that old habits do die hard\! I know he rather admired me as his rescuer and contract master back in the days, and those sentiments may have intensified after being bound to an undoubtedly worse master. His presence prevented me from performing any real sabotage, but I believe none is needed\! The kitchen was inexplicably smoky (someone had clearly smoked indoors, my guess is on Jonny who I have not seen all day), the floor was wet (which I later found was due to a fire sprinkler in the staff bathroom), and the cooks were planning on putting cigarettes in Madam’s milkshake. When I stepped back into the serving area, I found Aurelian yanking a plate away from our food critic and Cherry more focused on avoiding a certain crowd of teenagers than getting dishes out. Absolutely fantastic. Eventually, the cooks brought out the milkshake — and Madam began summoning all of her hooded followers…