fandomtownies | Monday Special

Aayla walks in to the diner, wearing her new suit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/LonelyShifter/azurejedi/AaylaSuit07.jpg) to break it in a little.
She welcomes the familiarity of the diner, as it was one of the first places she visited in town. However, the emptiness of it is strange. Taking a seat, she waits for the kindly Deb.

"Hi, honey. Heard you got the job. What can I get you tonight?"

Smiling nicely, she nods. "Yes, I did. Thank you so much for the suggestion, Ms. Deb." Looking at the chalkboard of specials, she decides to be a little different... "I'll actually have the vegetable platter, tonight," ...but not too different. "And some hot tea, please."

"I'll have those right up for you."

The hot water and tea bag appear, followed a few minutes later by a plate with three skewers of vegetables: onions, potatoes, zucchini, italian flat beans, mushrooms and cherry tomatoes.

Aayla takes in the distinct aroma of the meal, full of flavours that she's never experienced before. Either Earth food was much stronger with their tastes than her own food, or it was the basic Jedi cuisine that she'd been used to her whole life. She eats the new food intently, enjoying the entire dish, especially the mushrooms.
Letting her tea brew, she sits back and brings the mug to her face, feeling the warmth flow over her. She closes her eyes and seems as in a trance, the steam flowing towards and away from her with every steady breath.
Opening her eyes, she sips the tea and finishes her food.

*sits down*

Spaghetti Marinara plain, please Deb. With Tiramisu to follow and a green tea if you have any.

Sorry, I haven't been in for a while.

"I'll get those for you right away. Good to see you again, pretty lady."

As she brings the tea and spaghetti, Deb ashs, "Been busy for you at work, or you just been eating in?"

"Eating in, mostly," Inara admits. "The Companions Guild wanted to know more about my posting here, so I've been sending messages back and forth along the Cortex.

"And in-between that, I've been taking lessons from Padme Amidala on how to fly."

"You've been busy. How's the flying?"

"I haven't actually flown yet. Padme's took me for a flight the other day so I could see how it worked. She offered to let me fly, but I didn't feel ready." Inara looks slighty self-conscious. "I might have a go next time, though."

Elizabeth enters the diner, looking around curiously.

"Hi honey. If it's for here, grab a seat, if it's to go, tell me."

Elizabeth smiles at Deb. "It's to go, please. May I get two portions of the tiramisu and, uh... a dozen of the chocolate crinkle cookies, please?"

Deb packages the 13 cookies and two tiramisus. "That's $8, and don't be a stranger."

"Thanks," Elizabeth smiles, handing over the money. "And I'll try not to be."

Salmoneus wanders into the diner. He stops to read the menu board, shuddering at the thought of spaghetti, then takes a seat at an empty booth. His normal smile seems to be missing this evening.

"Sal, honey." Deb has a smile, just for him. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Oh, the Grilled Vegetable Platter, Deb. I don't think I could stomach the spaghetti." He shudders. "With a glass of water. It's nice to see you, by the way."

"Good to see you too. Missed you at the party the other night. You sayin' there's something wrong with my spaghetti?" She taps her foot.

"Oh, no! No, no. It's just," he looks distressed. "Well, I guess I just haven't gotten over walking into the bank after the whole zombie thing." His face goes a little white in memory. "I have a harpy for security, and the zombies got in . . . let's just say it wasn't pretty."

She sits beside him and pats his hand. "I'm sorry." A sheepish little laugh, not her usual escapes her. "That's part of why I'm not going to the Addams' halloween party. Not after what Shane and I swept up in here."

"I'm sorry I missed the party. I heard someone say there's going to be another one soon?"

"There's a town meeting this Wednesday." Deb excuses herself to get his food.

She returns with the plate and sits across from him. "And Michael is talking about another party. No date yet."

Salmoneus looks hungrily at his plate. "Wow, this looks great." He smiles at her. "Thanks, Deb."

He takes a bite, chews, then sighs. After swallowing, he looks up at her again. "Oh, yes. Very good.

By the way, I was wondering if you do gift certificates? I'm thinking of doing a contest, and thought a free dinner would be a nice prize."

"I sure do. You want to make it just dinner, drink and dessert for one, or two, or for a dollar amount?"

"Hm. Good question. I think dinner, drink and dessert for two. That way if one of the school kids come wins, he or she can bring a date." He takes another bite of food, chews and swallows. "How much will that be, by the way?"

"Ordinarily it's 18 for the whole deal. But I'll go 15, since it's for a party."

"I'll do it. One gift certificate, fifteen dollars, and how much is tonight's dinner?" He takes his last bite, chewing as he pulls his money purse out of his robe. "I've gotta get back. Lots to do around the bank."

[ooc:Salmoneus' mun must go to bed soon. Sunrise comes much too early...]

"Just $6. That's $21 and I'll write the certificate at the register."

She pulls out the fance scrollwrk certificates and writes on the Good For line: Dinner for 2, drinks and dessert, compliments of Salmoneus"

Salmoneus stands, counting out two tens and a five. He walks to meet her at the register and hands her the money. "Here you go, Deb. No change, the rest is for you." He smiles and winks, then takes the certificate. "I appreciate it. Come by the bank and say hi sometime, hm?" He waves a goodnight as he heads out the door, his smile restored.

[and with that, I'm off to bed. Night!]

"Thanks, honey. See you around."

[[sleep well, Deb-mun is off to bed soon]

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