Tuesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Tuesday Fuschia Plate Specials:

BBQ Beef sandwich, fries, coleslaw, baked beans

BBQ Chef Salad

Grilled portabella mushroom sandwich, fries, coleslaw, vegetarian baked beans.

Desserts:

Cherry Cheesecake
Fudge nut brownies
Pumpkin Pie
S'More pie

Comments

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara comes in early, hoping to see Shane and fearing it at the same time after The Kiss last night.

She smiles at Deb, and says "Dessert," in a pleading tone.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi baby. Brownies or S'more pie?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Pies," Tara replies. "S'more and pumpkin." She slumps into a seat. "Is Shane working tonight? I don't think she wants to see me right now, so I might need to get food to go."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I don't think she's on, sweetie. Did you two fight?" Deb brings out two slices of pie. "We're quiet. Talk to me."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara shakes her head, taking a bite of the s'more pie with a grateful smile. "Not exactly fight. We kind of kissed. Or, um, I kissed her. But she wanted me to. It's complicated."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"It always is, Tara." Debbie smiles a little. "Shane has a knack for finding romantic entanglements. And I don't blame either of you."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Deb," Tara replies with a sad smile. "But I don't think Kate's going to feel the same way."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Just a kiss. It's not like you were making out with her in the middle of Apocalypse Avenue with intent for more."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara laughs, shaking her head. "How do you do that, Deb?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Do what, baby?"

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Make it seem like it's not such a big deal."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Tara, listen to Debbie for a minute. A kiss is just a kiss. It can mean as much or as little as you want it to. And one kiss, that both people want, is a sweet thing. It's not cheating, it's not a deal breaker, it's not even a promise for anything more. It's just a kiss."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara nods. "I just have to wait to find out what she wants it to mean."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Exactly." Deb pats her cheek and stands up. "Enjoy your pie. The advice is on the house."

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"You're the best, Deb," Tara says sincerely.

"I think I can stomach real food now. Um, can I get the vegetarian?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"One vegetarian, coming up."


Deb comes back in a couple minutes with a hot grilled portabella sandwich and a strawberry milkshake.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara smiles at her gratefully, and tucks into her food.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Aayla walks into the cafe and gracefully slides into a seat. Feeling a bit more comfortable and at ease in town, she subtly looks around for Deb.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Aayla. How are you? Did Mr. Crowley keep you on?"

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Looking up at Deb, she nods. "Yes, he did. He's a very smooth and sly person... Very different from others I've met here."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad you've still got a job. And I can't argue with your assessment. Men who are too charming make me nervous. So what'll it be tonight?"





[[ooc:happens to the best of us]]

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

A smile creeps over one side of her pink lips. "I'm glad, as well. If I'd been relieved of my position, I would also have nowhere to live. I'm definitely grateful for keeping the job."
Craning her neck back to the chalkboard once more, she says, "I'd like the portabella mushroom sandwich, by itself, if possible. And a cup of tea, as usual, please."
She laughs to herself. "You know, even though I can eat all I like at the hotel, I'd still rather come here." She gives a large smile, more friendly than simply polite now.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad you still have a home." Deb smiles back. "One vegetarian. And that's awfully sweet of you. I've been meaning to ask, where are you from? I've never seen anyone who looks like you. You're beautiful, just different."

Deb chuckles a bit. "That's the way of it though. We're all different and all beautiful."

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Smiling softly, she gives a silent laugh. "A very poetic way of putting it, yes. I am a Twi'lek. My species comes from a planet called Ryloth. However, because I was trained as a Jedi, I haven't experienced much of my native planet." Her lekku sway slightly behind her.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hang on." Deb gets the order from the kitchen and delivers it. She's mentally filed Aalya under "space kid."

"Are all your folks blue? or do you come in different colors like humans?"

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

"We do come in a mulitude of colours, some blue, green, white, red, and so on. There's little different about the various races of Twi'leks other than the colour of their skin and how common it is."
She smells the food and grins. "Your cooking is wonderful, Ms. Deb. Thank you so much. Is there anything else you might be curious about?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sounds just like humans. A little different uin shade, but pretty much alike. Sorry I was so nosy. My son says my curiosity's going to get me in trouble."

She beams at the compliment. "I'm so glad you like it. I'll let you eat in peace. Thanks for indulging an overcurious waitress."

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

Aayla nods sympathetically. "One must find balance between being inquisitive and foolishly curious. Being that I'm not offended by your questions, you're pretty safe in asking them. I enjoyed our conversation quite a bit," she says and begins to brew the tea bag.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

After sunset, Angelus stopped by. He waited patiently by the counter for Deb to notice him.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey." Deb hauls the box of three dozen brownies from behind the counter. "$12. And guaranteed legal."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "Appreciate that. Here's twenty, keep the change." He paused, tilting his head as he looked at her. "Have you lost weight?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"You." Deb laughs. "Go on with you. You'll be late for your meeting."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I'm off like a prom dress," he winked as he picked up the box. "Thanks, Deb. Always nice seeing you."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael enters the diner, his better half in tow. They take a booth near the front. They scan the board, trying to decide what they're in the mood for.

Hi Ma.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi sweetie." Deb leans in for a kiss from her boys. "The usual?"

She gets their drinks. "And why didn't anyone tell me Hunter was talking about coming down?"

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

Ben raised an eyebrow. "He told you? I figured he wanted to surprise you."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"He said "I figure I better give you time to brace yourself.'"

She delivers one regular and one vegetarian plate. "You two braced for the invasion?"

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I don't think it's really possible to prepare for that. If he gets to be too much of a handful, we'll just put him to work at the Emporium.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Send him over here to wash dishes a while. Since Geoff left to teach school, I'm short handed."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Oh, we will. If nothing else, we can hold it over his head to keep him behaving. *smiles* I didn't think I'd still be parenting like that when he's 24 and on his own.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sweetie, you never stop parenting like that. And if you let your dinner get cold, you'll be washing dishes." Deb laughs and heads out to help another customer.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Yes, mother.

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

"So." Ben looks at his partner expectantly as he starts into his food. "This weekend...what do you say? Last chance to get away before Whirlwind gets into town. You've been up early every single day to open the store for weeks on end; you deserve a break." Ben smiles softly. "I worry about you."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* Nothing to worry about. I enjoy working at the store. However... *smiles* A weekend with you and only you would be nice. Especially before the boy comes in and interrupts our privacy.