Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)
Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.
He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)
Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.
(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)
So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!
Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.
With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.
Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!
It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.
Eddie likes to run his hand through Steve’s hair. Steve likes it when does that. Sometimes, Eddie forgets to wash his hands.
Steve: Eddie. . .what's on your hands?
Eddie: *licks hand* Oh! Peanut butter!
Steve: *screeches like a pterodactyl and runs off to wash his hair*
Eddie: Jeeze, my boyfriend, the dramatic bitch. Then again, so am I. I still don't know what he's screaming for. It could have been so much worse, and he didn't seem to mind after I pet that oppossum. Although, did he see me pet it?
It’s that time of year when the juicer gets a permanent spot on the counter. “Flu shots” for everyone! For added benefits, you can mix in raw honey and turmeric. 🥕🧄🍎🫚🍊🍋
there is no diet or supplement on earth that can "boost" your immune system. there is no diet or supplement that will "detox" or "cleanse" your body. vitamin c and vitamin d supplements only really help if you're deficient, any extra will be excreted by your body.
No supplement, or herb, or anything else (except a vaccine) can 'boost' the immune system unless you have a medical disease or very unusual deficiency. Everything else is snake oil.
(having said that, studies have show that some supplements - like a basic multivitamin, not macro doses, in older people may help in some areas, like cognition, memory etc. because they may be deficient.)