Just letting you know, I can't write accents. So, just image Tiana saying this the way you think she would, ok?
Tiana was serving tables, taking orders and bringing food. Even though she was the owner, manager, and basically head boss of Tiana's Place, she still preferred to have a personal hand in all that went on. She passed by a table where a nicely dressed man was looking over a menu, and stopped when he called out, "Excuse me, waitress?"
She turned around to address him, "Yes sir?"
The man put the menu down on the table, facing upwards so Tiana could see the food listed on it. She had chosen the food, and Naveen had helped her design the menu itself. He was better with creative stuff than she was. "I was looking over your menu, and I must say I was impressed. You have every classic southern dish that a man could ask for."
"Oh, well, thank you. I—"
He held up a finger, cutting her off, "Everything, except for one little thing."
Well, the customer is always right, as they say. And if she was missing some important dish, how could she call this the best restaurant in New Orleans? "I'm sorry about that, what is it that you're missin?"
"I don't see frog legs anywhere on this menu." Tiana resisted a shudder, before all the craziness of Mardi Gras, she would've granted his request right away, heck, before then she enjoyed some frog legs every now and again, too. But now, having been in a frog's shoesss…um… skin, just the thought of it was near cannibalism. At least, that's what it felt like…
"I'm sorry sir. We have…personal issues against eating frog legs round here. Could I get you something else?"
She hoped that he would just be disappointed, and chose something, anything else to eat. But unfortunately, he was stubborn. "What d'ya mean, 'personal issues'? It's just a little frog leg, never hurt anybody."
Except for the frog… Her mind flashed back to being trapped in a little cage, on the boat of three strange men. She was sure they wanted to eat her, what would have happened if Naveen hadn't, if he hadn't… She broke out of the memory, looking back at the upset customer. She crossed her arms defiantly, customer or not, he needed to know that she meant no. "I'm sorry, but we do not eat frog around here. I'd be happy to get you anything else, how bout our specialty gumbo?"
He grumbled at the open menu for a little, then stood up, pushing his chair out. "No thank you. I'll just be on my way. Somewhere with less high-and-mighty waitresses, talking about ridicules 'personal issues' about frogs. It's just a frog…" He continued mumbling things like that as Tiana watched him leave through the double doors that led to the street. She let out a sigh of relief, and sat down on the customer's abandoned chair. Pushy customers were the worst part of the restaurant business. She picked up the menu, scanning over it, then dropping it back on to the table , blowing a bang out of her face in annoyance. He was upset for one little thing. Well, no matter how many customers would complain, she was sure frog legs would never make it on to the menu.
R&R! I hope you liked this, just a little something that occurred to me at the end of the movie.
