Actually, it wouldn't have taken Black more than fifteen, max twenty minutes to prepare that luxurious breakfast, but he tried his best to stall. "I'd like pastries then, but no, I changed my mind, and I want all the trimmings!" Blake ridiculed the guy, while taking care of some other things in the kitchen. The man might have been hot, but he was a jerk, though Blake had to admit, he'd have loved a good f*** with that guy.
"Oh, i'm going to mess with you real good!" he chuckled, and left the kitchen, going to the dining area. "I'm so sorry, but there seems to be a problem with the gas cooker. the gas pressure is rather low, and it will take a while, before the oil heats up."
"He's gonna leave for sure!" Blake thought as he tried to keep himself from smiling.

James shrugged. "Ok. I've got time."

"This is most definitely a declaration of war!" Blake thought, and excused himself, retreating to his private domain. "The guy could have been on to his dirty little scheme." He didn't look like an idiot. But Blake was determined to make his stand, and torture the guy to the best of his abilities. So he started whipping up his meal, making sure to arrange it in a very unusual manner. He then waited for a few more minutes, taking care of his other chores, before bringing the meal to his most valued customer.
"Here you go, sir" Blake grinned, carefully handing him the plate, in which he'd set the food to resemble the shape of a giant penis. "Please enjoy!"
He was absolutely sure that would make the man angry enough to leave.

James laughed. "Nice, Mate! I love a sense of humor! I give it a five!"

"I'd much rather feed ya a fist!" Blake thought. "I trust that will be all, my kind sir?" He then inquired, hoping the man wouldn't ask for anything else. He wanted him to finish his damn breakfast, pay the bill, and get out of his restaurant.

James nodded, still laughing. "It's in the shape of... Hang on, let me take a pic, i've got a friend who needs to see this!"

"As you wish, sir, but will there be anything else?" Blake asked, ignoring the man's remarks. "Please just say no, then eat, and take off!" He thought.

"Yes... Yes please. You got any bread?" James asked, trying and failing to contain his giggles.

"Shall I shove it down your throat, or up your ass?"
Had Blake said that, he most certainly would have gotten himself into a lot of trouble. good thing he managed to keep his trap shut. The man was quite clever, trying to play the dumb guy act.
"I'll get it for you right away!"
He went back to the kitchen, as he had more pastries to take out of the oven. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, a few more people entered the restaurant, taking a seat, and waiting to order.

James took a picture of the penis food, before sending it to his friend and tucking in.