He drummed his fingertips against his thigh as they walked, contemplation on his face. "I'm going to assume that they have no interest in starting up their own restaurant, but do tell me -- what kind of food do they specialize in?" Cooks -- always, there are so many cooks, and while he may be able to pull some strings to settle them into a restaurant owned and operated by members of another Suit, he'd rather not do that unless absolutely necessary.

But then... "Isn't there someone in the Diamond kitchens going off-Deck soon? Getting married, having a baby, and generally just enjoying Outside life before coming home?" He could be wrong, that might have been weeks ago, but. He's pretty sure there's someone down there with that plan. "If I'm correct, then surely they can fill the posts being abandoned, and in the meantime, they can get settled in and make adjustments." It was no secret, after all, that life in the Deck and life Outside were very, very different.