Snow watched the situation unfold before him. Two hybrids had come in and looked like they were going to scrap, but then were talking and laughing, seemingly interrupted by the newest Dj. He made a note of his ability to resolve conflict as he headed to the kitchen. Honey wasnt in sight and he wasn't sure if the female hybrid was a customer or applying herself, Snow only worried abput whether she was going to order food, and the fact that every cooking apparatus in the kitchen needed to warm up or the wait would be very long and wouldn't be a grand beginning for the place.
Snow was proud of his own initiative by the time he was turning on the grill. He flicked a long match and stuck it beside the burner, turning the dial up. Nothing happened. Snow looked behind the grill and began following the gas line, looking for a master shutoff valve.