Bitter's Treachery, Part 2

The Materialist was not pleased. Not only had Bitter tricked her into going to the one place she'd specifically told him she didn't want to go to--the Materialist had only so many meals in which to stuff her face, after all, and she wasn't about to waste one of them on Otoko-dojo--but even worse, none of the staff were especially cute! They weren't even all male--aside from the eyebrowless chef, there was also a healthy sort of pigtailed girl; a laconic, henna-haired boy with a lazy charm but a middle running towards fat; and a scurrying tall thin person with a narrow, rodentlike face and a burst of hair who looked something like a Japanese Clay Aiken. Then there was the bartender, the one genuinely great-looking guy on staff, but he was mostly blotted out by the large, eyebrowless chef, whose face was red-faced and puffy and tender-looking from the heat of the grill.