Make no mistake. Cesare loves his job, he just hates his boss, his boss' recipes and his boss' vision.

Oh wait.

Either way, as much as he would love to pretend that the apple abomination (which, unfortunately, will probably taste nice and adventurous to plebs) is not served in this place, he can not. He settles for a glare.

"Depends. Do you prefer dying a disappointment, or instant revitalization?"