Tuesday Specials at Deb's

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard--with cheery little Italian flags stuck in the corners--reads:

Tuesday's Specials

Three Meat Lasagna, green salad, garlic bread

Pasta Primavera, green salad, garlic bread

Herbed chicken breast, steamed Italian vegetables


Bakery:
Chocolate Meringue Pie
Apple Pie
Coconut Cake
Peanut Butter cookies

Comments

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*comes in looking tired tonight*

*takes a seat at a table, pulling out a large folder full of legal documents*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Frank. What'll it be tonight?" Deb sets out the water glass and silverware.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Hi Deb, good to see you again.

Decaf, and the chicken and steamed vegtables, please?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"All that paperwork, you look like you need the regular and strong as I can brew it. But decaf if you say so. I'll have it right up for you." She gives him a smile and heads for the kitchen, returning shortly with a cup of decaf.

The food follows a few minutes later.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*smiles* The regular messes with my system too much, but if I ever need it, Ill let you know.

I dont suppose that you would know someone who's as good a cook as you are, would you? And is looking for a job?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus came in and made a beeline for the counter. He waited patiently for someone to notice him.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, no. She smiles impishly. "On both counts."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey. What can I get you tonight?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Some kind of hand held dessert to go," Angelus said. "Club meeting."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"You know, if you come in the day before I can put together a pan of brownies or something for you. It's peanut butter cookies tonight, $4/dozen."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff wanders in about an hour after opening. He looks tired. Giving Deb a somewhat nervous smile, he walks up to the counter.

"Evening, Deb."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hit me with three dozen then," Angelus said. "We're having guests. And thanks, I'll remember that for next time."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb counts forty cookies into the box. "That's $12."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus handed her a twenty. "Keep the change."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey, have a good trip? What do you want tonight? The lasagna's good."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, honey. and let me know a day ahead and I can have anything you want ready."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Can do," Angelus held a hand up to his ear, miming a telephone. "Can I ring you?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sure. We're in the book."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Fabuluous," Angelus picked up the box and carefully tucked it under his arm. "Next meeting should be in two weeks. I'll call. Thanks!"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"That sounds nice, Deb. Thank you." He stands looking at the countertop for a moment. "I want to apologize for leaving you hanging the way I did."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"From what I heard, you didn't have much choice. You got marched off by the King's men with no warning. Your girlfriend was in and told us about it."

She deposits a lasagna in front of him.

"Eat. Didn't they feed you in the 14th century?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff flinches at the words 'your girlfriend', but tries to cover it with a weak grin. "She did? That was nice of her."

He pulls up a stool and digs into the lasagna. "They fed me, Deb. But thank you. Has business been good?"

[phases-of-kitty.livejournal.com]

Kitty enters with her Quantum Physics notebook in her hand and Lockheed on her shoulder. She sits down in a booth, flips to the back of the notebook and starts working on a sketch that faintly resembles plans for a small robot - with long floppy ears and buck teeth.

::Lockheed perches on the back of the booth and looks around the diner sleepily.::

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Business has been fine." She moves the plate of food out of his reach. "What's wrong between you and Paige? And why is she hexing my son?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi hon. What'll it be for you tonight?" Deb stretches out one hand and lets Lockheed sniff her.