Her "work clothes" are just different combinations of her everyday clothes because she has so little to her name - she most often wears a simple dress, sometimes with leggings underneath, because her jeans feel a shade too casual if she has to leave the kitchen for something. In this dress, combined with her apron and heavy-duty workboots, she looks like a proper employee. And maybe she's just a dish washer, but choosing this life for herself and earning her keep does give her a sense of pride.
Raking her hair back into a ponytail with her fingers, she steps back into the kitchen.] Alright, just try to shoot this idea down - funnel cakes. You can't, right? Funnel cakes are so easy, made of all the same shit, and they're instant fuckin' happy. You can thank me for saving your donut idea later.
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[She stops to wink at him through the opening with the order counter, then continues on to her backstage hidey-hole. When she re-emerges, she's got her spinny hat and Cherries Flambé nametag on because why not? They're technically working, right? Looks like some of his unusually whimsical energy might have rubbed off.
Her "work clothes" are just different combinations of her everyday clothes because she has so little to her name - she most often wears a simple dress, sometimes with leggings underneath, because her jeans feel a shade too casual if she has to leave the kitchen for something. In this dress, combined with her apron and heavy-duty workboots, she looks like a proper employee. And maybe she's just a dish washer, but choosing this life for herself and earning her keep does give her a sense of pride.
Raking her hair back into a ponytail with her fingers, she steps back into the kitchen.] Alright, just try to shoot this idea down - funnel cakes. You can't, right? Funnel cakes are so easy, made of all the same shit, and they're instant fuckin' happy. You can thank me for saving your donut idea later.