He hadn't known about the black menu, is the thing. He also hadn't been volunteering in the first place to help serve food or anything else because why would he? Still, to preserve the overall spirit, or else to maybe prove to no one in particular that that he was playing nice no really, or else maybe because it's become habit after more than three years of a certain president's influence... whatever the case, Lelouch may just have shown up dressed for the occasion and immediately had to retreat to the kitchen for highly important food preparation purposes and nothing else.
This is fine. In fact, he's great. Why wouldn't he be?
To anyone who happens to wander in, therefore, be prepared to encounter a moderately irritated chef measuring out ingredients, cracking eggs, mixing batter, and eventually working up to flipping the super-fluffy treats when they're done so that each side is adequately cooked. He may or may not be fussily carefully decorating the stacks of pancakes as well, assuming he isn't interrupted.
He is, for the moment, sans gloves. He does have an apron, though. Even if no one is going to see him, there's no sense in staining this outfit.]
option b: on a break
[There's enough other food on offer that Lelouch is afforded a break now and again, and although he's avoiding the main floor like the plague to the best of his ability, he is not, in fact, infallible. So, despite his best efforts, he might be spotted either on his way to or from the kitchen or possibly conversing with one of the members of BVE.
He is not, in fact, available upon request or another customer. He does, however, look just enough like an (un)official butler that you might be forgiven for the mistake. Maybe.]
option c: idk, wildcard
[Ruin Lelouch's day some other way? No black menu here, but feel free to DM with ideas!]
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, WHERE HE BELONGSoption b: on a break
option c: idk, wildcard
[ooc; For more soufflé pancake pictures, click here. You're welcome, and I'm sorry.]