Eleven
After all the preparations, it was finally the dreaded inspection day. A nervous tension hung in the kitchen as Lana and the other cooks prepped for the upcoming lunch service. Apart from a regular kitchen inspection, they'd evaluate the premises for the appropriate infrastructure to host human-demon events.
"Can I do anything to help?" I offered, moving out of the way to let Trevor pass to the walk-in fridge. I had plenty of party business to attend to but I was too nervous to do anything about it. Besides, if the inspector failed us, all that effort was for nothing anyway.
Lana clicked a set of metal tongs as she made her way over to the stove. "No. Yes. No. Actually, can you collect everyone's empty coffee mugs and put them in the dishwasher? We don't want those around when th
