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“Ah, yeah, almost forgot.” Ryom sounds a little disappointed. “You’re posing as my chef. I’m quite the picky eater, so I pretend to have allergies so I don't have to eat the trash they serve. I have an annoying palate, almost worse than my personality. But I’m willing to give up a nice dinner for ya two. Here’s the catch: the cook is quite picky with his staff. You’ll have to impress him if you want to be let in there. Crossbill said you have the skills, so I wouldn’t worry all that much. Just play along. If he ends up kickin’ you out, you still have a window of opportunity to check whatever you need to check, right?”

“I suppose so.” You nod.

“Can’t help with any of that, you two are on your own. I’d be talkin’ with the head of security. If somehow I’m around, don’t depend on me too much. Shit is stressful as is, my funky soul brother.” Ryom is honest.

“Don’t worry. We can handle it on our own.” You nod. “Thanks for helping, by the way.”

“Gah, you’re really a kid, aren’t you? Guess I’ll have to be more dependable if your neck is at stake…” Ryom doesn’t like the responsibility, but he’s willing to take it. “Any questions before we dive in?”

Nothing relevant to the mission comes to your mind, but...

What do you do?

>“Let’s dive in.” You’re ready to face this dumb chef.
>“Yup, I have a plan under my sleeve…” You’ll pretend you need to rush to the bathroom.
>“Are we really walking over there? Don’t you have a cool car with tempered glass?” You’re starting to think this guy isn’t important at all.
>“Are you really that important to be a guest of honor?” You’re having doubts. Maybe they’re killing this guy off or something.
>Write In.

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