« When you can't save your skin, or your heart, it's good to be able to at least save face. »

« - Stop, Gus. Seriously! It's not funny at all! - It's true, it's not funny! A little break. -It's absolutely pathetic! Chuckle. - If you rank the service personnel and the kitchen brigade according to this points system, then if you incorporate the evaluations we made, and we start from there, then ... - We will have official confirmation, in numbers, that we have the worst brigade in the whole city! Small "grmpf", followed by a huge laugh. And by the time I entered the kitchen, my father and Opal sat at the table, a pile of papers between them, had died laughing. - What are you two doing? I asked them. Opal took a paper towel to wipe her eyes and tried to answer me, but she began to scream with laughter as she waved her hand in front of her face. Dad, in front of her, was writhing too. - The EAT INC, finally managed to articulate Opal, wants to know what is our weak point. "And the answer," Dad continued between two laughs, "everyone." They left more beautiful, as if they had never heard anything so funny. Hysterical, Opal put both hands on his mouth, his shoulders stirred with tremors, while Dad stood up and tried to catch his breath. - I don't understand your stories. "That's because you haven't spent the last four hours with us," said Dad, panting. - Four hours! Opal raises his hand by tapping the table. And we didn't get anything. Nothing. Zero, nada! My father cried with laughter. I had never seen him in such a state. - Why do you do the evaluations with us? - Impossible at the restaurant, hiccups Opal. She took a deep breath and added: - This is an extremely serious matter! At these words, my father laughed again, throwing his head back, and Opal kissed. I opened the fridge to get something fresh. I was wondering if we didn't have a hilarious gas leak in the shack. "Okay," said Opal, taking another deep breath. It's nerve-s going on. I'm completely slammed. We have to ... (...) Dad grimaced at him, then looked down at the papers in front of him and put his hand on his face. - Well, let's take it back, Opal. That's the situation. I've known Chuckles for a long time. He likes clean and readable formulas and numbers. That is why it uses this evaluation system, which has the merit of being clear and clear. "I have no doubt about it, but unfortunately it leaves no room for the human aspect," Opal replied. Having said that, I am the first to admit that we have a borderline brigade. On a yellow block, under Dad's elbow, was a list of names, each associated with a number. In the margins, there were scribbles and notes. "I think our employees give Luna Blu a flavour and personality that are difficult to quantify," Opal said in a hastily hurry. »

« But if three years of small jobs in the field of wedding organization had taught me anything, it was that everything, absolutely everything could set fire to the powders - from the mood of the happy couple to the exact shape of the napkins. The sources of potential difficulties were absolutely endless. »