ORIGIN

Bartholomew the b(e)artender plodded over. He seemed... curious, about the offer. A little bewildered, maybe. But he nodded quizzically to both his visitors.

He was, of course, aware of hygiene basics; one might say "because he ran a restaurant," but of course anyone who had visited one of those things in any reality might be aware that not all restaurant owners were apparently aware of this. Food poisoning was, after all, still a thing.

"...Sure," he answered easily. "Let me get something to carry it all. Good haul," he added. His tone was warm. The firewood was scooped over separately, and then he came back a few moments later with a couple wooden crates. His hygiene awareness apparently extended to "don't let the raw fish touch everything else," which was a good sign for eating at the Roaring Hearth.

Once it was spirited into storage in the back (hopefully cooled), Bartholomew returned to count out coins. As he did so, he thought over the question. "Breakfast is a big-ish meal. Hot, usually eggs, some meat. Something that'll fill you," he offered. "Or if you don't like meat, we've got some big salads with other stuff in 'em, and so on. Just let us know what you like." 'Us,' apparently, being whoever might be working there that day. "Lunch is smaller, and might not be so hot. We bake up some bread, so you might get a big sandwich. Still good, still filling, but it's meant to be a midday meal while you're going back to work... or it was," he added, reminiscing briefly. The cave wasn't exactly a monster factory these days. Nobody had 'work' to get back to.

Maybe lunch as a cultural concept was outdated.

...Anyway.

"Dinner's the biggest. Big steaks, roast fish, veggies. Big stews. You get side dishes too. Depends on what's on offer that day, which depends," and here his friendly tone turned humorous as he jabbed a thumb-claw back toward the storage room, "on what people have delivered in that day. You want something now?"

A bearish brow was quirked at the magic. Maybe he recognized it. Maybe he had no idea whatsoever what Aurelle was doing.

Either way, he accepted the foods; then came the typical list of dinner options, the 'take a seat,' and the cooking of a delicious pair of meals.