Fall 6, 523AV Eva was told that today she would be learning some new things around the tavern. They were minor things, but could turn a situation into a problem if it was not addressed sooner. For the first few chimes of her shift, she was to learn the menu and prices. Though Eva had been working for roughly a month and felt like she had everything down, it never hurt to go over the basics and keep the information fresh. The prices were never going to change, and the quality of the items wasn't going to either. A gallon of ale was the same price as a pitcher of wine and a poor man's meal. It had been like that since the tavern opened, and she was told that negotiation for lowering the prices was not possible for most of the populace. “If someone is being pushy about pricing on our menu, walk away. They can’t afford our prices, so they don’t need our attention. Same goes for our rooms, which are just about the same pricing or so as our food. Common patrons pay full price, and regulars get special attention.” Eva gave a nod and studied the menu that was handed to her before giving it back. She had a good grasp on the basics of the prices, and even learned to be firm with the customers as best she could. So after a few chimes, she handed the menu back and was sent out to the floor to help with tables for the time being. Mostly, it was her cleaning the tables instead of actually taking orders. So she would gather up plates and scrape the food off them to form little stacks. Mugs of alcohol would be poured into one glass before also being taken off of the table. Returning to the table, Eva would be equipped with an old rag and a bucket of water for cleaning. It was nothing special, just some cold water with a small bit of soap in it. It barely suds up when disturbed, and there was no residue after cleaning. As she dunked her rag in the water and squeezed it out, her mind wandered to the realm of what if’s. What if she used hot water when she cleaned the tables and floor? What if she used more soap? The bucket of cleaning water was typically only emptied twice a shift. What if she emptied it every time she finished using it? Simple questions like these entertained her, but it also cut back on her paying attention. She had been rubbing the same spot mindlessly on the table and shook her head to focus more when someone's yelling snapped her into reality. Dunking her rag again, she started wiping down the table, pushing the crumbs on the floor to sweep up later. She straightened the chairs and wiped them down as well before taking the bucket back and grabbing the broom. The floor didn’t have any large spills, so mopping was not needed at this time. Instead she swept up the food and took it to the back to throw away. Word Count: 521 |