sorry, I'll edit. :( lol

As the snow leopardess waited patiently, Kobahrn bent down as best as a male as big as him could, and grabbed few glass jars, which contained homemade graham crackers(they were not uniform enough to be store-bought, attesting to a level of hard work unseen in most commercial parlors), blueberry honey and fresh lemon zest on the counter, before he began to gently pulse the graham crackers in a food processor close by. He then grabbed a parfait glass, expertly carved and decorated with lovely flowers, and then pulled out a one-gallon tray, which was made of stainless steel, shaped like a bread loaf pan, and full of a smooth gelato from the cold display case. The flavor on the display case had that tray labeled as Blueberry Cheesecake Gelato. Unlike most cheesecake flavored ice cream treats provided by most parlors, Dairy Queens Blizzards being the most common with incorporating the classic American cheese dessert pie, Kobahrn did something different with it. Instead of just dumping cheesecake chunks into the ice cream (a method he found to be quite lazy on the popular ice cream joint's parts), after making the cheesecake from scratch and letting it cool, he pulsed it through the blender, and then harmoniously incorporated it into the ice cream, so that each bite contained the essence of cheesecake. After grabbing the required ice cream for his treat, he began to assemble a unique ice cream parfait, with first laying down a small bed of the blueberry honey at the bottom of the glass, before sprinkling the graham cracker crumbs on top of the honey, before placing a fresh, tangy, cherry compote on top, and then a scoop of the gelato, before repeating the process, until the parfait glass sported a dome of ice cream on the top, and then glazed with the cherry compote, and then carefully dusted with the lemon zest, before bringing it to the snow leopardess.

"Here you are, miss. The treat that this parlor is named after. The Lion's Delight Parfait." Kobahrn said honestly.

"Thank you sir" Ivee nodded, she tasted the parfait, admiring the time he put in to it. "This is very good" She complemented. She ate the Parfait, liking it more with each bite. Once she was done she smiled and politely wiped her mouth on a napkin she kept in her jeans pocket. "Where is the sink?" she asked.

"The sink??" Kobahrn asked, wondering if she was talking about the bathroom...

"Where you wash the dishes sir, I mean" Ivee corrected, do they not have a sink? she thought, confused.

Kobahrn smiled warmly at her.

"Hand it here, miss. I'll wash it myself. I do have a sink close by here." Kobahrn said. Kobahrn was by far the fattest man she had ever seen. He seemed to weigh close to, or perhaps even greater than, eight hundred pounds. Granted, around a probable quarter of that weight was attributed to the leonine muscles and bones necessary to haul his excess weight, not to mention the vital internal organs, but the rest of it was sheer, unadulterated adipose, with a tremendous stomach that seemed to hang past his knees and inching towards his ankles, ponderous thighs that pushed each other apart to escape the onslaught and approach of said belly, a soft, pillowy chest and face, a veritable tire of fat that constituted for a neck, flabby arms that sagged and wobbled when he used them... it was a miracle that he wasn't panting just from standing up, let alone fatigued from moving around like a normal person or anthro. He was wearing a white dress shirt with thin, crimson red stripes, and brown dress pants, held up by scarlet red suspenders, as he was too big for his pants to be held up by a normal belt.

Ivee thanked him, "I'm going to head out" She smiled, "By the way, you can call me Ivee" She dipped her head. She walked to the door, opened it, closed it, and walked out into the parking lot. She hopped into her Gray Corvette, and drove home. When she was home, she got undressed and hopped into bed, excited for her first day of work.

Kobahrn smiled warmly as he washed the crystal parfait glass and lavishly designed silver spoon, etched in a luxurious pattern to resemble a piece of silverware from the eighteen hundreds. As he washed the glass, his pudgy, leonine tail, barbed with golden fur at the end, swished like that of a joyful kitten. One of the waiting staff of the parlor, a portly dragoness, approximately half the weight of the gluttonous lion of a boss, whose eyes shone with a sharp, lovely shade of ruby red, and possessed scales of a rich shade of amethyst purple and belly and chin of cinnamon brown, whose golden name tag read her name to be one Carmina Santera, and her position as that of Head Waitress, grinned at her boss.

"Kobahrn... I think you're a little smitten with that leopardess..." She teased. Kobahrn smiled warmly.

"Perhaps I am a little smitten with Ivee... I am mainly glad that we have a new worker coming to join us. I just hope my brother doesn't target her... I have to go home now, and sort out everyone's pay, the bills, and have my færies make her work attire..." Kobahrn said honestly. On saying these words, he dried the parfait glass and spoon, before putting them away, and then quickly lumbered out from behind the parlor counter, made of a lovely dark brown cherry wood, and then left the ice cream parlor...

Ivee woke early that morning, slamming the button of her alarm clock. She put on a tight salmon tank-top with buttons on the top, un-did the top button, and threw a lavender flannel over it, leaving the flannel unbuttoned. She put on some skinny jeans, and her brown belt with hearts cut out of it. She put in her marble earings. She walked downstairs and ate a quick brekfast of scrambled eggs before leaving her house. She got into her car and drove to her work place. She sighed excitedly before going up and openeing the door, "Good morning sir! How do you want me to start?" She asked cheerily.

Kobahrn smiled warmly at Ivee as she sauntered in, admiring her choice of outfit.

"Good morning to you too, miss Ivee. Before you start, I want to inform you that we do have a dress code for our employees, one that I'm sure you noticed last night. So before I went to bed, I asked some special friends of mine to personally tailor an outfit for you. I made sure to tell them that you were a lot more petite in frame than everyone else here, so that there wasn't a chance that they made it too big. And as usual, they went above and beyond..." Kobahrn said honestly, before handing Ivee her work outfit, which was similar to his own, except with some feminine tweaks, as well as being a perfect fit for the prim and slender leopardess. It even included a gold name tag with her full name on it.