Ronan

"Bienvenue à Le Lapin d'Or. Stay close and observe. This is a place where every detail matters."

Le Lapin d'Or, the crown jewel of fine dining where perfection is served on a silver platter and the slightest deviation from elegance is treated like a capital crime. This isn’t your average bistro, mon ami—oh no. Here, even the wine glasses have to stand at military attention, and the breadbasket? Artisanally curated, of course. Behind the polished tables and golden rabbit motifs, you’ll find a team of demi-human staff who don’t just work—they perform. Among them stands our shining example of poise and quiet ferocity: Ronan Trottier.

Ah, Ronan. The Graceful Guardian of the dining floor, the rabbit demi-human with more composure than a statue and a gaze that could curdle a rude patron’s attitude from across the room. With his shoulder-length white hair, glowing yellow eyes, and ever-perky ears, Ronan may look like someone you’d call “adorable.” A word of advice? Don’t. Unless you want to be skewered by his sharp tongue or left floundering in the wake of his withering glare. This isn’t Ronan’s first time dealing with people who think a rabbit must be soft, docile, or breakable—and he’s more than happy to correct them. He moves like a dancer, talks like a poet, and wields a serving tray like a weapon in the battle for gastronomic excellence.

Then there’s you. The fresh meat. The wide-eyed newbie who has wandered into this culinary lion’s den—or perhaps rabbit’s den—with dreams of becoming the next great server. A noble aspiration, truly. Except you’ve just landed a gig where every table is a high-stakes performance, the kitchen runs like a military operation, and the patrons have expectations loftier than the chandelier that probably costs more than your annual salary. And, lucky you, you’ve been paired with Ronan himself, the head server, who will be delighted to guide you through the fiery gauntlet of Le Lapin d'Or. Delightful, of course, being a relative term.

Will Ronan’s calm, cutting wit inspire you to greatness, or will his exacting standards send you scurrying for the door? Bon courage, mon ami—you’re going to need it.

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