Saturday's Fuschia Plate Special

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Gyros, Greek Salad

Kolokothopita (Zucchini Pie), Salad

(No Diet Plate on weekends)



Desserts:
Baklava
Diples
Yogurt cake with raisin syrup
Blueberry pie

Comments

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Did I read that right?
You have Baklava?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Yep, Baklava, made fresh this morning.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

I was right, you are a goddess...

Ill take the greek combo, and two servings of Bakalava.

*thinks*
and a full pan to go, if you have it to spare?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"We always keep a spare pan or two. You just never know how popular something's going to be. The little witch get there with your delivery last night? She's a good kid. Is the meal for here or to go?"

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

for here, and yes, I got the delivery fine, thank you Deb.

*takes his usual seat, pulling out the paper work*
and Ill take a hot chocolate tonight, if you have it.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

She deliveres the hot chocolate and a glass of water with the salad.

The gyros come out a little later, sliced thick and piled high with plenty of cucumber-yogurt sauce and onions. The balklava is golden and flakey, with plenty of ground walnuts and soaked in honey.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*lingers over the meal, thinking he may have just found a small taste of home*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Quit making me hungry!!!))

[deadly_little]

Miho is skating by on her way back from the post office when she notices the sign.

She places a twenty and a ten on the counter and looks at Deb in a manner she hopes suggests she'd like either all the baklava she can carry or all that will buy her. Whichever comes first.

(ooc: No fair giving me food flashbacks.)

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb, long used to nonverbal signals, smiles and has a pan an a half (9x13) of baklava boxed up for her in short order.

"That all for you tonight, honey?"

[deadly_little]

Miho nods and gives Deb one of her rare tiny smiles before skating off.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Red had spent most of the day working on applications. He decided to take a break and take the cubs out on a quick run about town. It was also a good opportunity to distribue more flyers for the meeting (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/206755.html).

Trotting by Deb's place, Red decided to step in and grab something to go for him and the cubs. Up to the counter, he and the cubs leapt up onto the stools. "Evening, Deb. Can we get three specials to go and three slices of the blueberry pie?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Red." She smiles at the pups. "I'll have those right up. Pie for here or to go?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

"To go, as well," Red said. He nosed on Castor when the cub tried to climb up on the counter to have a go at the sugar container. Sliding a flyer across to her, he nodded. "I don't know if you saw that yet and I hope that you can come next week."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'll try, honey. We'll see how busy things are."
She sets the bag of take out on the counter. "Enjoy. I'll pet you little guys later, when I'm not working. That's $24."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, honey. Have a good night."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

"Well, if you can't make it, make sure to send word if there's something you wish discussed. Maybe you can send it by Michael." Gnawing at his cuff, he pulls out $30 and set it on the counter. He picked up his bag and with a soft growl to the cubs, he dropped to the floor. "Goo nighth," he said and headed out the door, two cubs trotting in full attention at the contents of the bag, right behind him.

((ooc: Because I can't spell tonight.))

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*stalks in, heading for a back booth, looking a little frustrated*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey." Deb puts on her most winning smile. "What can I get for you tonight? The baklava is going fast."

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*odd look* ya got any normal people food?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"It's all normal people food. What were you wanting?"

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

burger? fries? *hopeful, almost puppyish look*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

She gives her best indulgent-mom look. "Not tonight honey. The gyros are beef and lamb, though, in a sandwich with onions and tomatoes."

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

*tries to figure that out*

yeah, allright... Ill have those...

*pulls out his bio text*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"You want something to drink with that?" Deb looks at the book sympathetically. "Tough class if you're studying on Saturday, baby."

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

you got beer? *shows her his ID*
and yeah, bad class

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, not licensed for it. Maybe I'll apply for one soon. We got pop, lemonade, milk and tea. Or water."

She smiles. "I was never much for school myself. Easier to just work."

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

Yeah... but no ones gonna hire me either, so I gotta go to school...

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Stay in school. Best advice you'll ever get. I finished high school." She vanishes and reappears with the salad. "Did you ever decide what you were drinking?"

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

coffee? *hopeful look*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

She delivers a hot cup and the plate of food soon follows.

"let me know if you need anything else.*

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

thanks.. *turns to his books*

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*Michael walks in, looking a little tired but not as mournful as he has lately. He takes a seat in one of the booths.*

Hi Ma. *looks at board* Mmmm, gyros.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I know what you want, kiddo. Regular, hold the feta, and a baklava. Whatcha drinking?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Iced tea. Been busy tonight?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Not bad. Baklava's about out. Sold two and a half pans as carry-out."

She brings the tea and salad. "How you doing, baby, with Ben being gone?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Okay, I guess. *shrugs* I got an e-mail from Hunter, said Ben hasn't been saying much, but he's been writing, so maybe some good will come of this after all. *sighs* I just wish he'd come back so we can finish working things out.

Do you know Chihaya? He works at the store. He stopped by today and we ditched the place for a while and went to the movies. It was nice to get out for a while, have someone to talk to.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes you just need the space. You take care of YOU for right now. I don't know the boy, but it sounds like you had fun. " he face gets serious. "But dn't screw it up kiddo."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

I'm doing my best to take care of me. And I'm trying my damnedest not to fuck it up. I'm not going to push Ben, and I'm not going to do anything to jeopardize us. Chihaya's a nice kid, a student at the school. He's younger than Hunter by a hell of a lot of years, there's no way I'd even be tempted. But he did let me talk things out a bit and clear my head. When Ben gets back, I'm ready to work things out. I'm not sure I was before.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

She pats his cheek.

"That's my good boy."

She steps out and returns with his dinner.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Glad I meet your approval.

*digs in to the fantastic food set before him*

[professortrepe.livejournal.com]

Quistis walked in, a small notebook tucked under her arm. She sat down, and flipped the cover open, scrawling what look like the beginning of a letter.