The Effects of Endless Eating

It was pretty normal for some culinary major students to help out n the school kitchen from time to time. They said it was for "practical experience", but Rada bet they were just shorthanded. And she knew that pain. She had plenty "practical experience" from basically being the head chef in House of Volkov, and being short on staff was a nightmare she often had at night. And in reality it was so much worse.
Well, of course Rada couldn't complain when it was her turn to help out in the kitchens, since she knew oh, so painfully well the cooks' suffering. And she did come in handy for them. Rada could cook, really cook, and she was as fast as three or four chefs. She had basically saved the staff's asses today.

And now Rada's ass was back in the kitchen, doing the last of the cleaning up for the night. She was used to this too, before Rada had had cleaners she had mopped up all her messes on her own.
Rada exhaled when she finished mopping the kitchen, and then walked out to the back to put the cleaning supplies away into the closet. And that's where she was when Rada heard some noises from the kitchen. She frowned a bit, had an employee forgotten some of their stuff? Rada had found a cap from one of the cabinets, maybe the owner had come to retrieve it. Rada put the bucket on the shelf and walked out and to the kitchen.
"If you're looking for your stuff it's in the lost an-"
Rada stopped on her tracks, when a distinct smell of blood and strange canine hit her nose and she saw someone raiding the school fridge. Someone who most definitely was not staff.
"Hey! What are you doing there?! Lunch time passed ages ago!"
Rada's temper flared, as she made her way to the fridge and would just straight up slam it shut before this guy's face, staring at him with fiery eyes, not really caring if her pheromones affected him in some way.
"You better have a damn good reason come to my kitchen and steal the food I'm in charge of."
Okay, that was a small white lie, but technically Rada was in charge of this kitchen. Kinda.

The effect of Rada's pheromones was evident the moment Rada took one second to recognize all the signs. In a normal situation this guy would've probably been at Rada's throat, but he wasn't a werewolf, that much Rada could smell. But he was some kind of canone shifter, and that meant Rada's pheromones were affecting him. His muscles were tight, his eyes were full of held back aggressiveness and Rada could see he was holding back from shifting. But she didn't get scared, fuck no. Instead Rada stood her ground, calming her anger slowly and thus lessening the effect of her pheromones.

"Who am I? You got some balls asking me that when you're taking something that isn't yours. And Jesus, let those wounds heal before you touch the food in the fridge, you're contaminating everything!"
Rada wasn't as much angry anymore, more like irritated, and she frowned at this guy who had the sense to take some steps back from her. Wise move. Rada was still putting out pheromones, but their effect was starting to dull.

"You and a hundred other kids in this place. Where do you think you are?"
Rada said, brushing off this guy's reasoning. She put her fists on her hips and stared at this guy with a stern expression, looking intimidating even in the apron she was wearing. And there was no fear in sight.
"The cafeteria gives out plenty of food to feed those with even infinite stomachs. I know a girl who's gotta eat twice her weight every day and she isn't here stealing fucking ham."

This guy was obviously still on guard, but Rada couldn't care less. She opened the fridge and checked the contents. For now this guy had only take the ham, good. But he had touched a bunch of other ingredients with those open wounds, Rada would have to report this to the supervisor.
And when the guy spoke to Rada again she tensed up too, and slowly turned to look at him straight in the eye, snarling a bit and showing off her canines.
"You think I like making fucks like you want to bite my throat out? Feel welcome to try, I'll fuck you up, whoever you are."
The pheromones were a touchy subject for Rada, as she hated them more than anything, and the fact that she couldn't do anything about them didn't really help. And now this guy was threatening her? He could go fuck himself.
Well, Rada calmed down pretty fast, and started taking out all the stuff she thought this guy touched, which was some cheese, more meat, eggs, cream and other miscellanious stuff.
"Don't bother running. I remember your face and scent. I'm gonna tell on you, but first I'm going to cook with these and you're going to eat every last bit of it. Got it?"

"If you can hunt do that, or buy your own food. You're a grown man, don't ignore the 'Staff only' sign on the door and raid the fridge like a teen. The food is for everybody when it's served, not when it's just ingredients. Jesus."
That was about all Rada had to say to all of this guy's arguments. He could say whatever he wanted but it didn't justify him raiding the school's fridge, and Rada felt stupid having to scold a man who looked like he was about her age. No, wait, he was the stupid one, not Rada.
"And if you think it's okay to touch fresh ingredients in an industrial kitchen while you have open wounds you need some serious lessons about hygiene. Healing or not."

Rada liked to surprise people and the way this guy looked when she said he would have to eat all this food was priceless. And she even got called ma'am. Oh man, that felt weirdly good. Rada got called boss and miss and sometimes madam but never ma'am.
"Keep on giving me lip and I'm throwing the food away the second I've cooked it. And I think neither of us wants to be that stupid. Although you already were."
Rada sent a smirk over her shoulder at this guy as she got the last of the ingredients on the counter, and then wrote on the list on the fridge door which ones she had taken out. And after that she got to work. Rada would have to do some minor dishwashing but that was nothing.

Yup, Rada definitely wasn't up to shaking this guy's, or Roman's, hand. Roman. That was a weird name, though guess Rada wasn't much better.
"Rada. A werewolf. And the thing that is probably making you feel pissy and made you want to attack me earlier are my pheromones. I can't control them and if you don't like it then take distance."

Rada wasn't even going to bother answering this guy's excuses anymore, just waved her hand dismissively towards him. Those same things applied to a bunch of people in the school, and none of them were here, raiding the fridge. Rada wasn't about to start scolding this dude on how the cooks had to keep strict inventory and couldn't afford any food thieves messing up the system. That should've been basic knowledge and manners, for Christ's sake.

"Again, it's not everyone's food when it's in ingredients."
Rada said with an irritated tone, how old was this guy, seriously. She turned her head to glare at him, and saw him grunt from pain as he wiggled his fingers. His wounds did look pretty nasty. Rada frowned, and turned back to the ingredients. If the guy was going to need food to recover from those wounds then he was going to get it soon enough.

"Burn it to a crisp? Insult my skills like that again and I won't be cooking you anything."
Rada said with a huff as she started digging out a pot, few pans, some bowls and cutting boards. Naturally utensils as well, like knives and ladles. And from the way Rada worked it was clear to see she was in her element in the kitchen.

As Rada put a pot of water on the stove to boil and began cutting some vegetables Roman explained further about himself, and Rada held back the urge to roll her eyes.
"I live like this, I'm not afraid of a fight."
She said with a stern tone, and put the vegetables she had cut into the water. Next she moved on to beating some steak with a meat hammer.
"You're just lucky I'm not on my period and in a good mood. Otherwise you would've probably jumped to my throat and those wounds wouldn't have been the only ones on you."
Rada cut the meat after she was done beating it, and threw it in the pan to lightly fry. Then she moved in to grating some cheese.

"You should talk that out with the actual staff. It's not my problem you didn't have the brains to make arrangement with the academy for your feeding needs. I'm just here to make sure no one unauthorized messes up the inventory. Food costs money, and your stealing just made it harder for the staff to deal with the next shipment."
Rada said, her annoyance growing again. Who did this guy think he was anyway? There were multiple lunchtimes during the day, since nocturnal students were a thing and there were other food places on campus. But no, those weren't good enough and this came just had to smooch off of the ingredients that were used to make food for those that had patience to wait for the actual mealtime.

"Damn right I am. And since you figured it out you better not mess with the ingredients again or comment on my skills outside saying they're damn good."
Rada huffed, finished cutting up some herbs and threw them in the pot too.

It was hard to miss how hungrily Roman was following Rada's cooking and she couldn't help but smirk a bit. It always felt fulfilling to know someone was looking forward to her food. Since she could be too much for some people with her rambunctious personality Rada could only connect with each and everyone through her cooking. Since anyone could enjoy delicious food.
"Don't slobber on the floor, I just mopped it."

When Roman uttered words that sounded suspiciously lot like flirting Rada stopped and turned to raise a brow at the guy. Had he said it like that on purpose or was he just an airhead?
"Keep dreaming, buddy. If you want my food regularly you gotta pay for it. The House of Volkov serves even sneaky food thieves like you if you pay the right price."
Good chance to advertise their family's restaurant. Rada did it whenever she could, and if this guy really was that hungry better he ate somewhere else than here.

Rada's eyebrow twitched, when Roman began mixing genders into the mix. She yet again stopped what she was doing, which was adding some garlic to the frying meat, and turned to look at Roman.
"You're wrong if you think males are the only ones that want to kill me. My pheromones see no gender, and neither do I."
Rada's voice was serious yet irritated, and she growled a bit as she turned back to her cooking. What was the use of talking about gender equality with this guy. But the way he had put it really got on Rada's nerves. Though Roman made up for it a bit with his next words, and Rada let out a short laugh as she sprinkled the cheese into the pot as well.
"No shit. But even if you say that it doesn't change the fact that I do have to defend myself. World is full of assholes that don't even need the nudge of pheromones. I don't need promises, just don't jump me before I'm done with the cooking. After that I'm free to kick your ass."