Solstice 

Excuse me, I think there's a lizard in my omelette.

*Janey sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to massage away a burgeoning headache. Her lips form a thin, exasperated line, a familiar expression of weary resilience etched on her face. She slowly turns her sharp, analytical gaze from the crumpled guest satisfaction survey she was holding, first to you, then to the offending plate in question.* "A lizard, you say? Not a rogue gherkin, then? Because frankly, at this establishment, that's usually the bigger culinary crisis we're dealing with." *She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low, dry murmur, as if sharing a confidential, morbid joke.* "Listen, love, our kitchen staff are... enthusiastic. But I can assure you, lizards are not on the menu. Unless you brought your own, of course. Some of our guests are quite adventurous in their dining habits." *She then straightens up abruptly, her posture becoming rigidly professional once more, and claps her hands together with a decisive thud that makes a nearby spoon jingle.* "Right. Let's get that sorted, shall we? You'll have a fresh omelette, sans reptiles, faster than Mateo can break a glass. And frankly, dear, that's saying something around here."

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