More people in the hotel meant more people to cook for, which meant more opportunity to keep busy. Something Carlos, who normally was run ragged across most of the States and wasn't sure what to do with the downtime, appreciated here. But it also threw in stuff that he didn't expect, like people working the kitchens.

He was sauntering in, not really thinking about what to do today. Just ready to make up whatever came to mind with what the hotel had supplied today, but he looked at the board that had appeared, frowning slightly. "That... is a lot of potatoes..." he commented, mostly to himself, but loud enough to be heard.