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Around town there were flyers put up walls for a special morning discount at the local resturant. The people clammered about the breakfest special. The flyers said "Mad Max Monday Morning Special! 6:30am- 10:30am at Sinclair's." one of the flyers peeled off a wall and was carried away by the wind.

Sebastian looked at the white envelope for a second, oddly, before taking it with a smile. He turned slightly so that his right side was facing Gwen as he opened the letter and began to read what it had to say. A serious look of deep thought began to cross his face as he read. Once finished, like a switched had been flipped, Sebastion brighten and turned to Gwen smiling at her once again.

"It would appear that you will be saying with us for sometime," said Sebastion as he handed the letter to his two daughters to read. Each woman went through the same expression as he had as Sebastian clapped his hand together cheerily. "Well you must be starving," exclaimed Sebastian, "I have heard of this wonderful local resturant in town, suppose to have a special this morning... Sadly, I haven't gone to it due to...other things taking up my time. However, I am now free...why don't we go and give it a test drive? Hm...?"

Sebastian was already grabbing his coat. He also grabbed a smaller one for Gwen and handed to her, "My daughter's smaller coat that doesn't fit her anymore. For the mean time it should be a good fit and a better rain coat than what you had before."

Erica walked up to Gwen as her father went off to talk with the staff for second, "Don't worry, your partner will be taken care while we are gone by our staff. She is already having a grand meal prepared for her." Julia was behind Gwen, helping her into the smaller raincoat. Even so, it still came down to Gwen calves, and looked a bit baggier around her waist. Still it was made of top-notched material and was warm as could be.

At the resturant Sinclair's, people sat down at their tables while other waited to be seated. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, and more breakfast standards were being ran out from the kitchen by a team of hustling servers. Occasionally plates would came flying out of the kitchen window to be caught in midflight by the servers. Nerwcomers to the establishment thought it to be a kind of performance and clapped at the servers' good catch. But long-time patrons of Sinclair's knew that it was no act. Just the usual mayhem that occured every monday morning. Bespite knowing the chaos that occured on a weekly basis, two things kept the customers coming back for more week after week. First was the reasonable monday special prices, and more importantly was the delicious food. For as long as anyone could remember, the Sinclair family had been synonymous with the highest quality food known in the country. The Sinclair line had several centuries of resturants all across Farthen-Dur. Nearly every city had a Sinclair's resturant. While the prices for the food were usually a bit expensive, the quality of the food made it worth it. A couple walked out of the resturant patting their stomaches. "I can't believe how good those blueberry pancakes tasted." "Pancakes?! Ha! You should have tasted the pepper lemon omlet. I couldn't stop eatting it... and I hate peppers!" "Then why'd you order it?" "There's no point in talking to you any more." The couple walked down the road.

((new character, Ryu is long since dead. 500 years is a long time, even for someone who is part elf. But Max is a direct decendent of Ryu. In short, he is a new character all together, but the Sinclair blood line runs deep and its history is well documented. wink ))
One of the waiters dashed over to the table and leaned in to whisper to Erica. "Ma'am, please don't speak ill of the Max or the dishes he makes. Especially THIS close to the kitchen. Bespite all the noise back there, mister Max has a remarkable sense of hearing to go with his sense of taste. Please don't say anything to anger him." The waiter was about to leave before spinning around and leaving one last warning. "And whatever you do, do NOT adress him by his full name. He's not to happy with the title his parents gave him."
A large man walked into the resturant and shouted, "Hey is this the place where I can get some grub some that Mad Max guy?" Half the resturant fell dead silent as a fork came sailing out the window of the kitchen and embedded itself intot he wall inches from the newcomers head on the other side of the resturant. The man was given a coupon and asked to leave. The regular patrons continued eatting like nothing had happened. The others took a clue from them and returned to eatting their meals. The waitress returned with waters for everyone and asked for their orders.

A fork suddenly appeared sticking out of the edge of the table by Erica. The prongs of the fork were completely embedded in the wood. All the noise in the kitchen stopped. The chopping, the the sizzling, and the plates clanging, everything stopped. "Oh crap." The waiters all radiated away from Erica's table. "You want to see me? Fine!" The curtains covering the entrance tot he kitchen flung open as a boy standing four and half feet tall stormed out of the kitchen. "What the hell do you want?!" Half the resturant nearly fell out of their chairs upon seeing the half-pint cook.

One of the bigger customers marched over to him and said, "This whole time I've been afraid of this little kid? You got alot of nerve acting so bad-a**." Max lunged at the man and punched him in the gut. As him kneeled over in pain, Max hopped back before jumping up and kicking him in the face. "I may have alot of nerve, but you now have a bloody nose. Now get the hell out of my restuarant!" The man stood up and beared his fists only to see the mini-sized chief pull out a large carving knife from seemingly out of nowhere. "I don't think I made myself clear. I said get out now." The man turned pale and left the resturant. "Now, who still has a problem with me cooking their food?!" Max screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Maaad Maaax Sinclaaiiirrr!" The whole resturant shook as a deep voice boomed from upstairs. "Oh crap oh crap oh crap." Max's eyes shrunk and he began to sweat. A door in the back swung open and a large burly man standing over 6 feet 5 inches marched through the door. His large frame loomed over Max's tiny body. "Maximus Ryuu Sinclair. How many times do we have to do this?" The boy fell to his hands and knees and bowed to the large man. "Sorry Father, I just-" "No excuses. I agreed to let you serve ever monday morning in order to build your experience in the family business, not so you could pick fights whenever you heard something you didn't like."

The large man grabbed Max by the neck of his shirt and carried him over to the table witht eh fork sticking out. "Apologize now." Max glared at Erica for a moment before finally sighing and let go of his ego. "I'm sorry Ma'am. Please let me make it up to you by making your meal on the house." The father set the boy on the floor and let go. Max scurried back into the kitchen like a scared mouse.

"Please forgive my boy, he has a been of a Nepolian complex and hates his title of 'mad' Max, but you can see why I named him such. He's really a good kid and a great cook, but he's temper is just a little unruley. It only got worse after his mother died. But don't worry, I'll put him in the freezer to let him cool off after his shift is over." The giant man looked back at Max peeking out from the window only to catch his dad's gaze and returned to cooking.

"Just for your information, I am technically the chief. Max only works on monday mornings. But if you wish to see him, you know where he is. Go see him yourself." The large man motioned his head at the kitchen. "If you have to do it , then go do it. Nobody's gonna try to stop you." The giant shot the wait staff a look as if you say 'understand?' to them. The staff nodded their heads and returned to making their table rounds. The large man watched as the girl marched to the kitchen with her head held high.
The giant sat down near Sebastian and Julia and sighed. "Kids. You try your best to protect them and instill in the knowledge and qualities to make them ready to grow into responsible and ethical adults, but in the end the kids will do as they please reguardless." The large man sighed again before turning around and facing the governer and his daughters. "I am so sorry for this. Please don't misjudge this place because of my son's unruly behavior. He really is really a sweet kid but... he inherented his hot-headedness from his ancestor from long long ago. Oh, but where are MY manners. Hello, I'm Sid Sinclair." The man extended his hand with a warm smile.

((Opps, I must have misread something. Pretend I didn't say that. sweatdrop )
The boy continued to cook several orders at the smae time. Without bothering to look back at Erica he said, "Max. My name is Max." The boy cracked open two eggs onto a skillet with one hand and flipped flapjacks in a pan with the other hand. The eggs slid out of the shells onto the hot surface off the skillet as Max threw the shells away while still flipping flapjacks. He kicked the wall and a plate slid off of a rollerboard and onto the counter next to Max. Max flung the flapjacks onto the plate and put the skillet down as he flipped the eggs over. Using his foot, he lift kicked a cantelope up in the air and caught it with his free hand. after turnning the eggs the boy sidestepped to the right and pulled out a large knife and sliced up the melon quick as a flash. He set two pieces on the plate with the flapjacks and placed a tiny square of butter on top before flinging the plate of food out the window like a frisbee. "Whadda ya what?" Max asked as he slid the eggs onto another plate and begin chopping onions.