[Good man. Sanji lets Hayate walk off and returns his attention back to the trays of food. It won't take him long; five or ten minutes at the most, and when he enters the kitchen, he carries a pile of dishes as monstrous in size as the trays of food from before.]

Alright. The interview's simple enough. You get an hour to impress me. [He drops off the dishes near the sink, then straightens, adjusting his tie with a slight pull] I'm judging you on creativity, presentation, and efficiency. Make whatever you want. This place cooks shit from all over the universe, so don't be afraid to choose something you don't think I've heard of. [He jabs a finger towards a corner of the kitchen that's been cleaned especially for the teenager]

You work there. Pots, pans and anything else you could want are in the drawers next to you. Take any of the food in here to use.

Any questions?