Saturday Night - 23:17pm

Inbox: 1 unread message... you have... 1... new message from... Ruffnut.

"Oh, for Thor's sake..." Hiccup groaned as he sat down and clicked on the email, putting on his glasses to read the message.

Hiccup, it's Ruff.
We had a horrible night of service. Again.
Can we please have a meeting tomorrow to talk about our finances?
Thanks. Ruff.

"Great..." he quickly clicked Reply and typed as fast as he could.

Okay.
I'll be there at 8am. You might as well gather everyone there.

Hiccup clicked Send before closing the tab and turning off his laptop. Why did I have to be an accountant? he thought to himself. Why, oh why, oh why...

His eyes widened a bit as he heard the front door of the apartment open, grinning as he felt his burden suddenly disappear with the sound of his girlfriend's voice. "Babe... I'm home..."

"Yeah, I'm in here, Astrid..." he called back as he closed the laptop and put it back on the desk in the corner. Astrid threw open the bedroom door, wearing her red sleeveless vest and dirty black jeans as she walked in holding her chef's jacket. Her hair was unkempt, her eyes were bloodshot and her face was a burning shade of pink. Clearly, she'd had another stressful evening filming her show.

Astrid went into the en suite bathroom to clean up and change, as Hiccup said "so... tough night?"

"Well, the usual, really..."

Helheim's Kitchen - Earlier that night...

"Listen! Listen! Listen! Listen!" Astrid pointed to Dagur, Throk, Mala and Viggo one by one. "Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off! GET OUT!"

She repeated "GET OUT!" several times, each time louder and more visceral than the last, as the four contestants left the kitchen. She shook her head in disgust as she rubbed her aching forehead, saying "just... get out, you fucking idiots! Oh my gods... this whole service is a fucking disaster..."

"That bad, huh?" Hiccup snarked as Astrid came back into the bedroom, having changed into her lounge pants with her face returned to it's normal colour. She smirked, sitting on the bed next to him as she said "what about you?"

"Eh... same old, same old... oh, but I did get an email from RBC about five minutes ago."

"RBC?... oh... oh! Ah ha ha ha!" Astrid chuckled a bit. "Oh, man... so, do tell... how's things goin' for them financially?"

"Uh, not good, from the sound of the email. I'm going there tomorrow at 8." Hiccup lay his head back on the pillow, sighing as he took off his glasses.

"Hiccup, I still don't get why you don't bring me over there." Astrid sighed. "Y'know? Get 'em on an episode of Flightmares. I'd turn that piece of shit over like it's nobody's business."

"Well, for one thing, literally everyone there except the bosses know that I even know you. And also, well... I just don't know, Astrid. The twins aren't exactly stable."

"Oh, come on." Astrid punched his shoulder playfully. "You're being dramatic, babe. Remember when I turned around your mom's restaurant? Even I thought that was impossible, but I did it, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah..." Hiccup groaned. "I'll think about it. Besides, it might even come up tomorrow if they really are in the toilet..."

"Well, whatever you wanna do. I'm up for it... love you..." Astrid smiled as she kissed Hiccup goodnight and turned off the lamp so they could go to sleep.

"Pft... it's just a failing restaurant, come on..." Astrid scoffed under her breath so Hiccup couldn't hear. "How bad could it be?..."