[And if anyone pokes their head near the kitchen, they'll hear Pit's voice shouting commands as he all but dances all through the kitchen like a pro chef, tasting this, pointing that, the very model of butlery - and clearly cowing the snooty cooks through sheer command]

Pierre, get the meat, it should be already done! Jacques, I said only a pinch of pepper, I'm smelling that from here! How are the desserts coming up?[He suddenly turns and throws a knife - which stabs a lobster that was trying to run free straight to the ground] Hey, you! No running away! With all these people we're going to need every bite!

[If cooking is a battlefield, then Pit is apparently Hannibal]