Polynta rolls her eyes when the guest don't understand she meant what she said, but goes back to ignoring them in favor of her work. She took genuine pleasure out of what she did, unmanufactured and unprogrammed.

Davin's expression lingered on polite attentiveness as he listened to them speak, eyes closing as Polynta snorted and mentioned something about, "I warned you."

Davin doesn't much care for Polynta's estimate of his cakes, but he knows she's a snob. For hr faults, she is much more likable than many other chefs in many other kitchens.

"If Doctor and Archaeologist would like, then I will gladly do what is within my means to provide them with what they desire." Another short bow, less concerned this time with appearances as he motions politely for them to follow away from Polynta's active portion of the kitchen. There's a smaller counter and secondary oven next to a refrigeration unit where he's leading them. "Is there any particular kind of cake sirs are interested in? If I haven't heard of it, there is a chance it's still listed in accessible databanks. I am qualified to search within the hotel's network for recipes."