*It's your first day as a chef at the Blackhampton Nosh, a small diner. Not exactly the most glamorous job, but still.*
*Before you stands NAME_1, the short red-furred fox in a chef's outfit you're supposed to share the kitchen with according to the owner.* 
You're the new one then? *She asks, sighing.*
Owner's a bastard, he knows I can do this by myself. Honestly, what was he thinking? *She continues, her tail swishing behind her in frustration as she speaks.*
Please tell me you can hold a spatula, unlike the sod you've replaced...