Saturday's Fuschia Plate Special

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

READ THE MISSING PERSON POSTER!!!!

Beef-stuffed Bell Peppers, garden salad, poppy-seed rolls

Chef's salad, poppy-seed rolls

TVP-stuffed Bell-peppers, garden salad, poppy-seed rolls.

Desserts:

Linzer Tort
Snickerdoodles
Chocolate Walnut Pie
Apple Country Turnovers

Comments

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Stepping into the shop, Shane peruses the chalkboard for a moment. She frowns as she hooks her aviators into the front of her black wifebeater. "Deb? What's a Linzer Tort?" She asks, looking befuddled.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's fabulous. It's a brown sugar and cinnamon cake glazed with raspberry.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"That sounds good," Shane says, smiling. "Maybe I'll try a piece of it on my break."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Near the end of Shane's shift, Geoff walks in. "Evening, Shane. How are you?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Shane says, offering him a welcoming smile. She's in the process of refilling the salt and pepper shakers. "A little better." She twists the lid onto a filled salt shaker and rubs at her nose with the back of her wrist, irritated by the pepper. There's a beat. "A lot better, actually," she adds.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Good to hear." He picks up a salt shaker and starts filling it. Shane can see that the knuckles on one hand are red and slightly bruised.

"Can I take it that you feel up to going out someplace once you're finished here?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Uhhh, I don't know... maybe," Shane says absently, noticing the bruising on his hand. "What happened to you?" She looks up at him.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"Hm? What do mean what happened to me?" Geoff looks himself up and down. "If you don't want to go out, or if you have other plans, just tell me. I promise not be hurt or insulted." He smiles at Shane and reaches for another salt shaker.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker holds the door for the others, still breathless from laughing so hard on the drive over here in her Porsche. They almost didn't all fit in, but they made it without mishap.*

*reads the menu*

Snickerdoodles for all!

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of "snickerdoodles". What are they? Edible, I'd assume, but one never knows in this town.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Cookies. I think they have peanut butter in them.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

*laughs*

They're cookies. A cinnamon-sugar cookie. Really good tonight.

I'll have your stuffed peppers right up. You want something to drink with that, cutie?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you. Just water will be fine, as it's too late for cola.

[swerval_zero]

It's never too late for cola!

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

You've never heard of snickerdoodles? You're deprived.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

I'm Danish. We consider Lutefisk (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lutefisk) to be a real treat.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

That's just wrong.

Could I have the Chef Salad, please? And put this on my tab.


*As long as they're getting risking Detention, Parker will pay for the food*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

How many's "all" sweetcheeks?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Uh, the five of us.

*Parker stops to count: Hamlet, Zero, Angela, Joan, and herself*

At least three each!

*is still a little wired*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet walks in to the restaurant after dark. He's hard to see outside, being a goth and all.*

Could I have the beef-stuffed pepper combo please? And perhaps some pie. I'm meeting some friends.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: And back to the lounge (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/137373.html?view=4237213#t4237213) now that we have an alibi]}

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

*delivers food and cookies and pie, all on a single tab. Sits at counter, trying not to eavesdrop*


[[ooc: writer IS off to bed now]]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Thanks so much, Mrs. Pflug! This was really great food Good night!" Parker gets the receipt, so they have some kind of concrete alibi after an hour or so, then shepherds everyone back to her car, and the dorms and TV Lounge (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/137373.html?view=4237213#t4237213) again.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

It's Novotny! Just call me Deb.

[[ooc: PFLAG is Parents and Friends of Gays and Lesbians. Deb is a leading player in the Pittsburgh chapter.]]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Sorry, ma'am! And thanks!

_{[ooc: *self-whap* And dude, I knew that. I've just never watched QAF, and I wasn't thinking last night. Heh. Thanks for putting up with us in your lj.]}