Yi stands outside the Tin Yen with a little bit of trepidation at the whole ordeal, but so far this whole teaching ordeal has been going...pretty smoothly. Her eyes glance at Bernie, and she thumbs to the door. "Here is where I used to work. I was fired because ... well I took too long a break." She moves aside briefly as a couple of customers exit the restaurant.

Bernie nods slightly, adjusting her glasses on her nose as she appraises the restaurant. "How come?" she queries, "I mean, what 'zactly happened to make th' break too long an' all?"

Yi clears her throat slightly, glancing around before replying simply, "Rotem. Fetch appeared in the kitchen here, and had to get him out before he really pissed off my manager. Or, ex-boss I should now say. I would've left him at the Church, but...things got complicated. You saw a case of the worst planned 'napping ever."

"...ahhh," Bernie replies, making a face. "Yeah. So what was he doin' b'fore y' hustled him out an' all? Makin' a scene or somethin'?" Her hands, as is frequently the case, remain deep in her jacket pockets.

Yi nods, and then immediately shakes her head while grumbling about the stubborn cub. "He's got a mouth of a newmoon, I'll tell you that. Boss thought he was my boyfriend, of all people." She scowls slightly, but shrugs off the anger. "Anyway... I'd like for us to try and help you learn the gift here. Your goal, then, is to try and persuade my ex-boss, to either give me my job back, or at least give me my pay for the last month." She quirks the side of her lip in a half-smile. "I need to money to repay Matt with."

Bernie smirks, "Boyfriend, huh? Cradle-robber... maybe he wasn' jus' talkin' big about being worried 'bout that whole first law thing...." She shakes her head slightly, and mutters, "...I swear, I gotta be th' only person in this entire town... uh... yeah." A slight blush. "So okay... I get th' plan... but how'm I s'posta do it if I don' have th' gift learnt yet? I mean... I c'n wing it but...?"

Yi grins smally. "Remember how Joey taught you about the 'mojo'? Something kind of like that, but this time it is a bit harder because you are dealing with an actual thinking person. A very stubborn one at that..." she adds in a quiet mutter. "But, it is all about making the other see your side, believe you." She thinks for a bit, watching the customers through the glass door. "Just think of it as in that Star Wars movie. Qui-Gonn really tried to convince that blue flying fat guy, but you know sometimes it just doesn't work."

Bernie giggles a little, "All I needta know about magic I learned from Star Wars... a'ight, so, mm... 'kay. Might need s'more ammo though. So lessee... what 'zactly did y' do, an' didja ever take a long break b'fore, an' what's he know 'bout Rotem, an' could I have a couple more details 'bout what happened?" She eyes the doorway again, looking thoughtful.

Reluctant to reveal the embarrassing details, Yi gives with a bit of poking. "I met Rotem on a lunchbreak before, he'd stolen some food from a person, but tripped while he was running and ended up sitting on these steps here nursing his ankle. Then I found out his name was Rotem, the suspected cub Julie told us about over the chain. A few days later he came in, and apparently he asked for me. The boss got suspicious. Rotem said he was my boy...friend..." She winces, visibly at the thought. "That started him off on a wrong foot already. So my boss calls me out and I have a talk with him, when the fetch appears in my kitchen. The other cooks start yelling 'Rat' all over the place, and my boss is even more annoyed now. Rotem thinks it's funny, but I sure don't. We have to look out for Rat, you know?" Rubbing the back of her neck, she turns also to gaze into the restaurant, right at the table she and Rotem were sitting at before. "Rotem doesn't like the boss very much. He was purposely trying to annoy him after the fetch disappeared on me. I decided to take Rotem to the church, but it wasn't my lunchbreak yet. So I had to 'convince' my boss to let me have an early break...which turned out to be a little longer than I wished." With her story ended, she sighs slightly and shakes her head with self-pity.

Bernie listens, and nods. "...a'ight... hmm. How long was if b'fore y'got back, then?"

Yi sighs softly. "The morning after the whole thing. He didn't even look at me. Just told me to get out." Her disappointed shake of her head tells the rest. She didn't bother arguing again.

Bernie makes a face. "...Ugh. An' th' b'fore that stuff? What your job 'zactly was, 'f there was ever a problem b'fore, all that jazz?"

"No problems. I was the head cook. Made most of the things they serve. All in all, I was doing fine, following rules and everything, until Rotem came in." Yi scratches her slightly red slashed arms, but tries to leave them alone. "So, think you would like to give it a try, or should we start off a little easier?"

Bernie considers; she and Yi are standing just outside the restaurant at present, talking quietly. "...welll... 'f you wanna risk it on my first try, I'll do it. Though, y'know, 'sup t' you...."

Yi nods. Better now than never right? "I've nothing more to lose," she replies to the cub, stepping up to the door and opening it for Bernie.

The resturant is actually fairly busy this time of night. Being short staffed without their head cook, has kept the young asian crew busier then ever. People line up just inside, waiting for a free table, the sounds of the crowd mummering in rapid succession, heated conversations buzzing away happily. There's the usual clanks and clatters of the pots and pans in the back, the sound of sizzling food, and the string of cantonese in the air by their harsh task master. Dong Won Suey.

The deep, bass grumble of a car with a large, gas-sucking engine grows as a metallic purple muscle car cruises down the road, slowing as it nears the chinese place. It slides into a parking space and the engine's growling is silenced. Nicodemus emerges from the belly of the metal monstrosity and slams the solid metal door closed with a hard push--which is apparently required by skinny goths who're dealing with vehicles made in Detroit back in the early 70's.

Bernie nods at her elder, and pulls the door open for her. "...a'ight then, what th' hell..." She pauses to admire the car as it pulls up, murmuring, "....nice."

Yi eyes the busy restaurant, looking around for the manager. He's not too hard to find, just listen for the harshest, loudest voice over all the hullabaloo and he's at the origin. The low growl of the car doesn't turn her attention much, but she follows Bernie's gaze to the purple muscle car and arches an eyebrow before turning back the restaurant's inside. "I see him. I'm not sure if this is a great time to bother him though..."

Nicodemus locks the car behind him, then shrugs his leather jacket on and deposits the keys into a pocket. He heads towards the restaurant with the a veritable cloud of radiant apathy about him. The large line and corresponding implication of a long wait do a bit to change that apathy into a sigh of irritation.

Bernie pushes a curl back behind her ear, eyeing the crowd again, and shrugs, looking over to Yi, "...well, 'f y'think it'd be better we c'n come back later or t'marra or somethin' I guess...."

Yi looks back inside, at the yelling manager and sighs slightly. "Yeah, perhaps we should come back when the restaurant is a little less packed. How about somewhere else for dinner? McDonald's?"

Bernie mrms, and nods. "Yeah, a'ight... that'll give me some time t' think 'bout it anyhow, right? An' maybe you could give me a li'l more instruction an' all, or somethin'..."

Nicodemus waits long enough to judge just how amazingly slow the line is moving and guesstimate approximately how long it will be before he gets served. He comes to a quick conclusion. "Fuck this shit," he mutters under his breath, turning around and heading back towards the purple beast.

Yi nods slowly, and pats the cub softly on her shoulder. "No rush really." She eyes the 'purple beast' again, wondering what kind of vibe Nicodemus was giving off, but she shrugs it away as just another dissatisfied customer. "Let's go, na."

Bernie nods, dropping the door shut and sliding both hands into her jacket pockets. "Lead on, then..."

Nicodemus fires the car up, yanks it into reverse, then departs with a brief squeal of rubber on cement and a huff of gas fumes.