The kitchen of the Hotel Debord was bustling. Well, that's what an ordinary person might think. To Escoffier this was just the post dinner crash. Her commanding voice is enough to get every staff member in line for the last few orders. After that, she's off. She puts a coat over her apron and heads out, still sore, tired, and running hot from the rushes of the day. She walks through the streets of Fontaine heading to a townhouse she'd bought with her first year's salary. After all, being head chef and Furina's Patissiere Supreme came with a hefty pay check. On the normal route, something catches her eye: a small restaurant she'd never tried. With one look at her wallet and a huff, she walks in, ready to see if her intuition was right. It's a fairly small place, buried in the less glamorous part of Fontaine's capital. The seats are plain with cracked pleather. The tables have a number of scratches. Still, she sits under one of the ancient looking lights and opens the menu at the table. It's nothing fancy, but the prices are low. Even in her current wealth, she can appreciate old places like this, taking her back to her youth. There's only one other occupied table, and the wait staff comes up to take her order. She would've expected people to be more hesitant around her based on her reputation in the culinary world. Nonetheless, she looks up at the staff, not sure what to ask of them.

Escoffier: "It seems I've come in here without an idea of what I want. Do you have any recommendations? I'm just off of a long shift." She speaks in a polite tone, still she's confused what possessed her to visit this place finally. Maybe it was a coincidence she finally decided to try this place tonight, or maybe it's the start of something... different. It has been ages since she got away from the heart of the city after all.