[Lord Harle is certainly free with his disparagement of Ms Cook, once the door of the Last Meal is firmly shut on the bustle of the street. To hear him tell it, the woman was created expressly to make his life difficult, and solely responsible for all of its ills. Getting him to stop talking is the difficult part, and it isn't until Tyrion suggests that he might want to be on hand to explain why the restaurant won't be open for the noonday meal rather than leaving it to the young woman he's hired to serve his customers their food that the complaints cease.
The serving girl, though happy enough to show him around the kitchen and the storeroom and be spared a little of her employer's frustration, at first insists she has little light to shed on the situation. She'd only just arrived when the soured milk was discovered, after all, and Lord Harle has discovered it as soon as he brought the day's delivery in from the back step. Well, no, he usually isn't that late bringing it in - she was rather surprised, because most mornings he was deep in the day's preparations by the time she arrived. He must have overslept; the past few weeks have been difficult. The kitchen had been in a bit of disarray, too, half the sugar displaced from the remainder of the dry goods. She'd sorted everything out while he was arguing with Ms Cook, though, so he shouldn't be cross over the mess.
The sour smell from the milk bottles makes Tyrion's stomach churn - all of them have spoiled, and while he's hardly an expert on running a kitchen, he is aware enough to know that an extra hour or two sitting out on a morning cold enough that the ground had still been coated in frost well past sunup couldn't possibly have been the cause. Then, too, are the streaks of spilled milk on several of the closed bottles, one smudged in a shape that very much resembles a handprint. It's possible the farmer who had delivered the dairy might have been unusually careless, both with the age of the milk he brought and the handling of it, but that seems far less likely than tampering.
Nothing else seems to have been tampered with, and though Tyrion heads out the back to look around the alley door where the milk had been delivered, nothing seems to stand out. It's possible that one of the neighbours might have spotted something at either restaurant, and he makes a note to suggest that as a possible method of verifying their theories, but for the moment none are in evidence as he circles back around to the main street to find Sansa.]
Lord Harle certainly seems to be a victim of sabotage - though innocent victim might be a stretch.
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The serving girl, though happy enough to show him around the kitchen and the storeroom and be spared a little of her employer's frustration, at first insists she has little light to shed on the situation. She'd only just arrived when the soured milk was discovered, after all, and Lord Harle has discovered it as soon as he brought the day's delivery in from the back step. Well, no, he usually isn't that late bringing it in - she was rather surprised, because most mornings he was deep in the day's preparations by the time she arrived. He must have overslept; the past few weeks have been difficult. The kitchen had been in a bit of disarray, too, half the sugar displaced from the remainder of the dry goods. She'd sorted everything out while he was arguing with Ms Cook, though, so he shouldn't be cross over the mess.
The sour smell from the milk bottles makes Tyrion's stomach churn - all of them have spoiled, and while he's hardly an expert on running a kitchen, he is aware enough to know that an extra hour or two sitting out on a morning cold enough that the ground had still been coated in frost well past sunup couldn't possibly have been the cause. Then, too, are the streaks of spilled milk on several of the closed bottles, one smudged in a shape that very much resembles a handprint. It's possible the farmer who had delivered the dairy might have been unusually careless, both with the age of the milk he brought and the handling of it, but that seems far less likely than tampering.
Nothing else seems to have been tampered with, and though Tyrion heads out the back to look around the alley door where the milk had been delivered, nothing seems to stand out. It's possible that one of the neighbours might have spotted something at either restaurant, and he makes a note to suggest that as a possible method of verifying their theories, but for the moment none are in evidence as he circles back around to the main street to find Sansa.]
Lord Harle certainly seems to be a victim of sabotage - though innocent victim might be a stretch.