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Monday Specials

The Chalkboard reads:
Curfew Strictly Enforced at Deb's!

Special of the Day, Monday:

Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and salad
Falafel pita with hummus and salad.
Baked fish with lemon, steamed broccoli, green beans and salad.

Bakery Special today:
Lemon Bars
White cake
Peanut Butter Pie
Gooseberry Pie

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*comes in, dragging Han in for falafel night*

"Hiya, Bagoas! Where you been keeping yourself, gorgeous?" Deb waves them toward the tables.

"Grab a seat anywhere. I'll be right over."

*waves and smiles at Deb* Boyfriend just get off grounding. So I spend time grounded too.

*picks out a booth close to the counter*

Han smiled sheepishly. "Hi Deb." He follows Bagoas to the booth.

Deb smiles at them as she sets out the water and silverware. "I know what you're wanting, pretty. It's falafel night. What about you, handsome? You like it too?"

"I'd rather have the fish, please. And tea. No sweetening."

He gives her the charming smile. "And I'd like to take a loot at your clothes in the shop. Mine kinda had an accident."

"You go right ahead and I'll have your dinners up in a minute." Deb cracks her gum.

"What'd you do to get grounded for a whole month, kid?"

"Got grounded for skywriting while drunk. Then got caught sneaking out on that grounding when my guardian had to patch me up after a fight. It was worth it."

He smiles at Bagoas.

Shane approaches the table and gives the two of them a smile. "Hey, guys," she murmurs. "Falafel for Bagoas and baked fish for Han." She places their ticket face down on the table. "There you go. Enjoy."

"Thanks, handsome. How you been doing?"

"I'm doing all right," Shane says with a small smile as she nods. "How've you been?"

"Real good. I'm off restriction, my classes are great, and I got the most beautiful man in the universe living with me."

He smiled at her, a real one, "Thanks, it looks great."

Shane returned the smile. "Good for you," she murmurs sincerely. Glancing over at Bagoas she shares her smile with him for a moment. "You guys enjoy your dinner."

Kiki stops in to pick up any deliveries that need to be made and makes a special request for a plate of lemon bars as well.

"Sorry sweetie. Nothing tonight. I thought you heard that Mr. Donovan left us to go back to Washington."

Deb gets the lemon bars around for her.

"No problem," Kiki answers, paying for the lemon bars. "I just wanted to double check to make sure I hadn't missed anyone or anything. Thanks for the lemon bars! They look delicious. Have a good evening!"

Deb waves her off. "You have a nice one too, baby."

"Hey, Deb," Shane says as she opens the door to the diner so that Tara can go in ahead of her.

"Hi, baby. It's a quiet night. Just the two boys. It'll pick up. Their order's up, can you run it over? Bagoas has the falafel."

"Sure, no problem," Shane says, nodding as she slips out of her coat and hangs it up. Heading behind the counter, she picks up a ticket pad and pen as well as their orders and heads over to their table.

Smiling gratefully at Shane, Tara passes through the door and takes a seat in the corner, waving to Deb.

Angela walks in and takes a seat at the counter, waving to Tara and Shane as she enters.

Tara waves back, smiling gently.

Angela walks over to her teacher. "Is it okay if I sit with you, or are you waiting for someone?"

"No, please," Tara replies. "I'm on my own, and I'd love the company."

"Thanks," Angela says, sliding into the booth. "I was kind of hoping for company."

She plays with her napkin for a moment, a little awkward. "Class today was ... really intense. Not bad," she adds quickly "but ... Maia and Shane were really upset."

"Me too," Tara replies. "I thought this was a safe one, you know? Wanted to give people a break after the slavery thing, and before we move on to other heavy topics. As it turns out... well, I guess there is no such thing as a safe topic."

"I think someone at this school is going to freak out over anything. That girl Cally? She's, like, deeply passionate about toast." Angela shrugs. "I mean, do you want my opinion, or..."

"Anyhow, I think Jonathan and I had a good discussion. Which was kind of a relief, 'cause I know he scares some people."

"Really? That surprises me. He's so gentle with everyone. Why would anyone be scared of him?"

"I don't really know him, so I can't say," Angela says carefully. "But Beka Valentine says she doesn't trust him, and Marty thinks he had something to do with that ... weird fear gas thingie at the pub a few weeks ago." She shrugs. "It's all secondhand, but they both usually have pretty good instincts."

Tara shakes her head. "I don't mean to, um, discount their instincts. But I've actually talked to him a lot. He's probably the most compassionate man I've ever met. I just don't think it would be in him to scare someone on purpose."

Angela bites her lower lip, letting it drop. "You may be right. Like I said, I don't really know him."

"Anyhow, about class? I think Maia, like, said what she said in a really offensive way, but ... she can be like that. I can understand why it hit a sensitive point for Shane -- she totally takes on the pain of everyone around her."

"Shane wasn't the only one upset," Tara says quietly. "But... do you think I was too hard on Maia?"

Angela winces, hearing the pain in her teacher's voice. "I know that," she says quietly. "And too hard on Maia ... that's your call, you know? I understand why you thought her tone of voice was offensive. I just don't know if that's worth a day in detention. But people have gotten detention for way less, so ... like I said, it's not my decision."

"Ddid you talk to her after class?"

Tara shakes her head. "No. I came straight here. I talked to her earlier in the day, and honestly I think it would be better if we both calmed down a little bit before talking again."

"That can be a good idea, to just ... not talk when you're that upset." Angela takes a sip of water. "When you're angry, things usually just get worse, you know? Or maybe that's just me."

"Not just you," Tara replies with a wry grin. "And I tend to cry when I'm angry. Which kind of ruins the whole teacher image."

Angela rolls her eyes. "I usually say the worst things I can think of. And then I run away. Then I cry. I have no idea why people put up with me."

Laughing softly, Tara suggests, "maybe because you don't get mad all that often?"

"Not really. I mean, I have a temper, but usually I need to really care about someoen to bother using it, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. Anger is a sign of love, ultimately."

[ooc: Have to go be a responsible parent-type person in RL. Slowplay?]

Angela nods vigorously. "Right! It's like how people say that the opposite of love is indifference, not hate."

[OOC: Go be parent. We can slowplay or leave it here, your choice -- I didn't have any huge goals for the convo.]

[A kindly old woman, her hair in a bun, approaches the counter and orders a half dozen lemon bars to go. SHe's pleasant, has a slightly Irish accent, and wears a long dress, cotton stockings and a croceted shawl. If there were ever a stereotypical nanny...this is her.]

"Welcome to Deb's." Deb has the lemon bars ready almost before the order is finished. "New in town?"

Just visiting for tea, luv. Out of town tomorrow. [She smiles tightly.]

"Well stop by any time you're in town, ma'am." Deb gives her a cheery smile.

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