 *too lazy to quote* Sardines ♥ BHB ♥ Dallie ♥ Grumpy ♥ MY SUN AND STARS ♥ i love julia
Mason followed an oddly-dressed woman into the meeting. Word had it that she was kind of his boss now. Her choice of dress was... different, but Mason wouldn't judge her. She could be nice for all he knew. And she had biscuits!
Taking a biscuit, Mason took a seat and looked around at his coworkers as they pitched their ideas. He pursed his lips, remembering how the old cafeteria was before the last renovation. Before Borr had arrived. *shudder*
"Well, the way the food court was a few years ago, before Borr was Minister, all Ministry workers had to do was tap their wand on a table and their desired food would appear. I don't know the charms or tricks behind that, though; we would have to work with others if we did that again." It was quite convenient. No long lines and whatnot. "But if we did have 'chefs' - as you said," he added, pointing to who he assumed was Melanie, "We could just use elves, not actual chefs. Elves are more efficient. Cheaper. And they can pretty much do anything, unlike people." Mason shrugged and tore a piece of biscuit off before popping it in his mouth. Just his two cents. |