Food! FOOD! and More FOOOOD!(open)

(Of course I want to pop in!! Neil and Jack just have to meet! @skellington)
(Might make this fancy later...)

Business at the hut was in full swing tonight and Neil was rushing around, preparing food and desserts, making sure that he made orders the way he knew customers liked them, and keeping track of all the general hubbub in the kitchen. It was definitely hectic but really Neil couldn't be happier. It was a great thing that the Eats Hut was so incredibly busy. He loved making his signature dishes a whole lot more than customers liked devouring them. To know that everyone enjoyed his food was even more of a reward.
Dressed in a white tank top and a bluish-purple apron, as well as brown sandals and black shorts, he looked more like a silly chef than any other kind, but it didn't matter at the moment as the only thing one could see in the serving window between the kitchen and the dining room was purple and white at intervals, as Kronk's attention shifted from oven to stove, to countertop, to preparing more ingredients. Every once in a while his face would pop into view, searching the dining room for regular customers.

Around three hours into his shift, the waitress came up to the window and read off a rambling list of items that Kronk soaked in. Was this a family's doing? All the dishes seemed so separate, though, that a family couldn't possibly be the case... they were bound to repeat things... unless their tastes were very mutually exclusive.
There was a lull in orders around the time that Neil finally had everything ready, and he was able to take it out himself. The waitress pointed him to a man in a pinstripe suit sitting by himself.
This was seriously all for him? Neil didn't recognize the man. He went over and started unloading things off the tray. "Indecisive much?" He asked, and chuckled.