"5 pieces of copper, please, have a seat anywhere you wish." Lyria gestured around the room, indicating some emptied tables along the walls and a few in the center of the restaurant. She tore off that sheet of paper as well and strode away, into the kitchen. Through the briefly-open doors of the kitchen, one could hear the rumbling of plates, the sizzling of meat over a fire, the clashing of metal, and the running of water while the workers and chefs scrambled around the kitchen's tiled floor filling orders. A waiter came out and delivered food to a table or two before running back into the kitchen. There inside, Blutwald tacked up the orders above the head chef's head and called out the order to the rest of the kitchen.