They pushed their way through the crowd to get to the kitchen, where Lylia's head chef, a young man named Peter who was very nervous, was stirring a giant pot of stew. He looked up when they came in and seemed to relax right away.
"Miss Lylia! Thank you for being here!"
"I don't know what to do because everyone is asking for quality checks!"
"It's fine, Peter," Lylia said, but her face showed that it wasn't. "We have a way out. Greg made me a tool for quality assurance."
When she held up The Critic's Spoon, Peter's face went from relieved to confused to horrified in less than two seconds. "Huh...?"
"Is that spoon shining?" he asked.
"Yes," Lylia said.
"Why is it shining?"
"Because Greg made it, and everything Greg makes has that strange glow in it."
Greg said, "I don't like that description," but he couldn't really argue with it.
