Sunday at the Dive

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard out front reads:

Sunday Dinner:
Yankee pot-roast with vegetables, hot rolls

Pottage (lentils and barley with carrots, onion and potatoes), hot rolls

Chef Salad


Dessert:
Lemon Cake
Honey cookies
Grasshopper pie
Chocolate truffle pie

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[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*strides in, looking thoughtful and lonely*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb just stares at the walking bundle of testosterone that has invaded her diner.

Her professionalism returns quickly. After all, she's seen a great many good looking men come and go through the Liberty Diner.

"Take a seat anywhere. We're always slow when we open. What can I get you to drink tonight?"

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*charming smile*
Decaf?

*takes a seat at a table, not a booth*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'll have it right out."

Deb grabs the orange-handled carafe off the hotplate and fills the thick-walled white mug. Her hands are shaking a little and she chides herself for being a silly schoolgirl over a charming man. But he is very handsome and very charming. A couple deep breaths have her ready to deal again.

She sets the cup on the table and the creamer bowl beside it. "One decaf. What can I get you to eat?"

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Hows the pot roast tonight?
got anything rare - medium rare on that?

*keeps eye contact*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb's starting to feel like she's being cross-examined, and she doesn't much like it. She snaps her gum for effect and meets the eye contact with her patented "no drama in my place" stare, perfected during years of late-night shifts and duelling drag-queens.

"Rare? Around here? You're an optimist. It's cooked tender enough to shred, with potatoes, carrots, celery and onion. It's real good."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*decides to try it after her conversation with Deb the other night*

Good evening, Deb.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*smiles a greeting at Inara*

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

*lifts a hand in greeting to Frank*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*finishes eating his dinner, not wanting to disturb her*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey." She lowers her voice "Your boss is here, if that makes any difference. Is this for here or to go?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Eat here, thank you. The pot roast.

*pauses*

Is the grasshopper pie actually made from grasshoppers?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Good choice. The pot roast is excellent tonight."

She laughs at the question. "Of course not. That just means it's chocolate and mint, you know, like the drink. But the pie is guaranteed nonalcoholic."

She smiles. "Can I get you something to drink?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Ah. I was wondering. Actually, in my 'verse, deep fried grasshoppers are something of a delicacy.

*watches Deb's face*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb shrugs. "Some places think chocolate covered ants are gourmet, too. Different folks, different tastes. Me, I'll take the deepfried chocolate."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara came into the Dive, and waited nervously, unsure of whether she was supposed to seat herself.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige was walking past the diner and wondering wether to bring cake back for her and Tara, since she sees her inside she decides to go it

"any luck with the holy water?" she asks quietly

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Paige!", Tara smiles, and waves the bottle in her hand. "Yes, the priest blessed it for me, but it was more complicated than I'd expected - he fell asleep right after the sermon, and I wasn't sure how to wake him. A nice man helped me, though, and a lady named CJ said I can always help myself to what's in the fount, and that it's not stealing."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles "ah yeah that'd be Manny, he said he'd met you. I kinda work with him at Black Books, he's a sweet guy. So are you staying for dinner?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"I thought I might - and maybe get a change of clothes. This," she gestures to the her somewhat grass-stained outfit, "is all I've got. No luggage when you come back from the dead, apparantly."

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige laughs a little, "you can take a look through my wardrobe when we get back if you like."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi sweetie. Just have a seat and I'll be right with you," Deb calls as she finishes writing Inara's order.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara ducks her head and hides her face under her hair as she takes a seat. "Would you like to join me, Paige?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles, "sure" she lowers her voice, "Geoff works here normally, I guess some people you aren't appreciated in their own lifetimes are they?"

Paige suddenly realises she's said what she'd only ever thought about before, "he's dead isn't he? Strictly speaking I mean"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara gives a crooked smile. "That depends whether you're thinking of time as linear or chronological. In linear time, Geoff's dead, and has been for hundreds of years. Chronologically, though, I'm sure he's shown you how alive he can be."