When Kindness Coincides With Politics

Logan wasn't put off by the bustling kitchen. This was normal for him, with all the activity in elections, and his club experience before that. He put the apron on and tied it in a flawless bow at his back. "I don't mind, no," he replied, shaking his head and smiling. He pointed to his eyes. "They match, don't they?"

"I'm the leader of three clubs right now. Music, Choir, and Fashion. I only planned on taking that role with the first one, but then, the other two's leaders had been inactive for a long while, so… I thought, why not? So, I suppose we have something in common there. It's useful training, I agree. I'm not sure I'd have been able to handle the elections if I didn't have my club experience. Definitely not."

Logan followed her and tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for directions, and watched as Anthia read over the orders. Ah, customer service jobs, how ridiculous you are. He recognized all the French recipes requested. "I'm familiar with all of this. Where do you want to start?" He looked at her and gave a salute. "We've got this under control, you and I, it's not a problem."

Logan huffed a laugh and twirled for her in the apron, posing and modeling it like he was born to do so. "Is that so? It is cute. It'd make a good souvenir and show of our alliance. I could give you a private piano performance in return."

He focused back in on work quickly enough, giving Anthia a thumbs up. He looked at the order. Coquilles Saint Jacques. Delicious. Logan was more than at home making dishes with meat involved, and despite his sugary looks, it was his favorite over the sweets, his real family's calling and pride as butchers. He located all the ingredients and went about the more complicated preparation. This was more work, but worth it, in his opinion. He went quiet for this, very professional, and gave his attention over to the cooking.

The eventual result was something out of a cookbook example picture, and Logan glowed with pride. He showed Anthia before it was to be sent out.

Logan had earned this pink apron. It was a small, but relevant win. "I will! You can think of music requests in the meantime. If you have anything you'd like played, I'll do my best. I'm planning on majoring in piano performance, so every bit of practice helps. It's my life."

He looked over Anthia's dish while she did the same with his, taking in the scent and sight. He rubbed the back of his neck a bit at her compliments, a shy modesty to him. "I'm mainly good with French food and um, meat. Cooking is a really valuable, proper skill to have, though. My family expected me to be at least decent in it, among other things, even if music is my true focus. I can teach you a little, though, sure. Tips and tricks."

Even if something wasn't your passion, you could still gain a practicality in it due to having standards. That was what he'd learned from his richer lifestyle. There were certain things you made the effort to learn, because that was what truly marked you as upper class. There was a difference, in Logan's opinion, between just having money and actually being part of the upper class.

While Logan's top preference was red meat, he was capable with fish as well, and had no problem taking over there. He was able to talk more as they worked, this time, settling into the motions. "Music club I'm, of course, a natural at runnning and most invested with. Choir isn't too overwhelming, it's practice and little shows. Fashion is the more dangerous point, but luckily, with that I can have members take charge in a lot of ways. They do a lot of individual projects with clothes making and displaying, using the club resources more than having me do too much supervising, and you don't have to have a fashion show every day. So that saves trouble. It's all about the club, I think. Maid cafe is pretty hands on feeling and has way more regular, busy little events."