Obviously, we can't spend 100% of our day working. With hard work comes rumbly in the tumbly (tummy rumbles). And that's why we hired on a chef from Denmark, brought Peenk'peeg Cheff, or as our ignorant American staff prefers, "Pinkie". Pinkie began her employ with the safer dishes, like breakfast foods and the like, and eventually worked into full courses. She ruffled a few feathers two years ago by serving ham on Hanukah, an oversight that won't soon be forgotten. Generally, though, she's a wonderfully creative member of our staff, although the toil of her labors are all but invisible to anyone outside of our offices.
Pinke can nearly always be found behind the counter - and how daring is she - no sneeze shield! Even I occasionally will break bread with the little people... but I'm an eggs* and sausage sort of bird.
* If you're wondering, then no, the symbolism of eating eggs, and being a duck, is not lost on me. But they're yummy, and it falls into that whole ashes to ashes, dust to dust thing, in my view.