I knew I wanted Ragneau deep in the heart of the kitchen, surrounded by precariously perched clutter (knives especially!). I did a few thumbs and then whipped up this rough drawing just for fun. I'm probably going to have to fix the perspective and pay more attention to the character and the props, but this is the feel I'm going for...
Except that Ragneau has somehow become a short, angry guy who looks like he could have stepped out of the mafia, or the KGB.
"What, you not like my soup? Hand me knife, I will show you somethink..."
Scary! Well, here he is, adding vodka to his fried eggs:
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