After the interview, next was the training.
"Put both of your hands in front of your stomach, you two. Here, follow me!" Intructed Carole.
Instead of following Carole, Gerena held up a book and tilted her head. "Can I reads book while working?" She asked.
While Sirry tried to follow Carole's intructions, but too nervous to do it right. "A-am I doing it right?"
Since our restaurant theme is equality and uniqueness of disparity, we wouldn't set a standard for our maids. Which also meant we couldn't just tell them to follow their seniors. Instead, we would need to polish their attractive points through deliberate training.
And for that, we would need to know their personalities more and see how they work.
Tizmilly, my mother, Timmy, and I were now sitting on the chairs arranged on the first floor, acting as customers. While Carole and the maids were trying to serve us as if it was a real work day.
Carole, as expected, had determined her direction toward the arrogant and graceful maid. Her movement was swift and carried responsibility. But different from normal maid, she didn't as stiff as them. More free, more bare, and more genuine. In short, she knew what I wanted.
Carrying a tray on which a cup of water and the menu were placed, she approached me with an apathetic face.
She placed the tray on my table. "Here, customer, pick one quickly, please. I still have others to serve."
'Not too rude, but still as fresh as needed. Good, good.'
After clearing my throat, I also took my role seriously. I impatiently snatched the cup and the menu out of the tray.
I looked at the menu, which was actually just an empty thick book cover made of polished and processed animal skin at the moment. Then I clicked my tongue and threw the menu back to the tray. "Get me one medium salad plus a beef, quick."
In response, Carole wrinkled her face a little. She placed her right palm on her lips in an attempt to cover her disgusted expression.
"Don't hurry me. Be patient, and you'll eventually get your orders," said Carole.
I slammed the table. "HAH? I don't have time to—"
She immediately interrupted me, sending me a sarcastical smile. "Then what about it, if you obeys my words, shut your filthy mouth, and wait patiently, but still can't get your orders timely, we will compensate you with a bonus dish?"
Of course, since it was just a training, we wouldn't actually serve food here. We were just trying to test how the maids handle troublesome customers.
I couldn't help but clap for her after witnessing her performance. "Oh, that's a brilliant tactic, Carole! Great work!" I praised her.
She immediately returned to her usual self. "You think so? That's good," she muttered with a relieved sigh.
From what I see, Carole had mastered her role about 60 to 70%. She could immediately serve an actual customer with no problem.
As for others...
I turned to look at Sirry, who was serving Tizmilly.
"E-exuse me, my lady, but your payment is not enough," said Sirry while hugging the tray, her voice low and hesitant.
Tizmilly, to my surprise, was as stiff and nervous as Sirry. "Y-you sure about that? Wasn't that just your miscalculation? Wh-why don't you recount the money again to make sure that you aren't miscalculating?"
Sirry's face became pale, her eyes looking around as she opened and closed her lips, didn't know want to say. "E-eh... B-but..."
It was worrying to watch how Sirry always looked like she was about to passed out anytime, but her expression told me that she was determined for this and wouldn't give up that easy. And Tizmilly, why were you even looked so nervous? Was acting really stressed you out that badly?
After that, I turned to the last maid.
My Mother slammed the table and narrowed her eyes at Gerena. "Don't bring book while working! It will not only hinder you, but it also don't look good when paired with the uniform!" She yelled at her agressively.
As the designer of the uniforms, maybe it was irritating for her to see how Gerena randomly combined it with a thick, old book.
Timmy hesitated, before opened his mouth. "That's right, Sis Gerena... Uh... Look at my sister! A maid should be way more... Graceful! Like nobles!"
"Eh..." Gerena tilted her head. She placed her finger on her lips and fell silent for a long beat, before perked up. She seemed to be just found a briliant idea. "Then what if I wrap the book with a fancy cover?"
They somehow ended up advising Gerena on how to make her book look like a proper thing a maid would bring. A strange sight, to be honest.
They all had their own styles. That was good. As long as we focused to train their advantages, we could transform them into ideal maids as I had in mind.
We spent the rest of the day training the maids. We taught Sirry how to control herself properly so that she wouldn't really pass out while working. Finding a way so that Gerena could read her book while working, but with a set of limit she shouldn't cross in order to maintain the peaceful atmosphere of the restaurant. Lastly, we also adviced Carole and showed her how to improve her performance and perfecting her acting.
We then let them go home when the day started to get dark. They could bring their uniforms back with them. Also with some cookies from my mother, which also made by my mother.
The next day, we continued the training.
We taught them how to cook, how to clean the restaurant while the place was full of people, how to protect themselves with simple and memorable punch and kick moves, and so on.
We spent day by day teaching them while continued to decorate and arrange the place until it met our ideal finish result.
In the end, we had 8 tables with 4 chairs each on the first floor and 10 small tables with 2 chairs each on the second floor. Maximally, we could serve 52 people at once with this. That was more than we expected. And since we arranged the tables quite far from each other to avoid making the place feel crowded, we could actually accomodate more people if we want.
Our Miss Villainess shot that idea though. She said it was already good this way. If we squeezed it even further, the customers wouldn't like it. It was more so if we wanted to also attract some rich people.
Our decorations were mostly plantation and nature. I even drew a picture of veiny leaves on one side of the wall on the first floor to enhance the theme. Before Mother Nature, everyone is the same and equal, after all.
Then, after three weeks of postponement since I stated the idea, we officially opened the restaurant.
Above the door of the place, we put a huge sign that read 'Tiz & Roosts'.
That was the name of our restaurant.
The place I created to wait peacefully for the ultimate end of the world.