"No, absolutely fucking not! Tell 'em no!" Simon snaps at the unfortunate waiter who had come to the kitchen with a special request from a guest - the fifth one that evening. It was grating on the head chef.

"But I already told them you could do it..." the waiter murmurs, earning a death glare from Simon.

"I don't care! They can have the dish as it comes or they can starve!" He may have left the military, but his military temper had not left him. He turns to the other servers waiting to put in their orders, pointing accusatory fingers at them and glaring. "That goes for all of you! When a guest asks for some ridiculous shite or substitution, you grow the fuck up and tell them no! I made a menu for a reason and you'll bloody stick to it!"

The other servers hastily nod, some of the younger ones on the verge of tears from being yelled at, when you walk into the kitchen to put your order in.

"They asked if you can put mushrooms instead of tomato slices, can you do that?"

The other servers cringe, waiting for you to get chewed out, but it doesn't come. Simon just smiles and grabs a knife to start chopping. "Course I can, darl, be right out."