[ Levi isn't a huge fan of cooking outside when it's not a necessity -- but whatever, he's getting paid for this. He was supposed to help set up the mixing station originally, but ended up sort of gradually taking over the whole tent, set up near the park so that it would be a short trip across the bridge into the Summer segment for the cake couriers. ]
[ He's in the middle of pouring way too much disinfectant on the metal table they're using to form the cakes and meticulously wiping it down when something near the entrance of the tent blocks his sunlight, and he scowls at what has to be either the tallest fucking human or shortest titan he's ever seen. ]
What do they feed these fucking people? [ And then; ] You, by the door. Make yourself useful. --Kitchen, next batch!
[ Another volunteer, maybe a local, immediately brings a bowl of cake batter to the table, glancing apologetically at Lahabrea but sort of nodding sheepishly as if to confirm that he can join in. ]
V: Cakes for the Moon
[ He's in the middle of pouring way too much disinfectant on the metal table they're using to form the cakes and meticulously wiping it down when something near the entrance of the tent blocks his sunlight, and he scowls at what has to be either the tallest fucking human or shortest titan he's ever seen. ]
What do they feed these fucking people? [ And then; ] You, by the door. Make yourself useful. --Kitchen, next batch!
[ Another volunteer, maybe a local, immediately brings a bowl of cake batter to the table, glancing apologetically at Lahabrea but sort of nodding sheepishly as if to confirm that he can join in. ]