Tuesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Curfew Strictly Enforced at Deb's.


Spaghetti and Meatballs, salad and garlic bread

Eggplant Parmesan, salad and garlic bread

Pasta Puttenesca, Salad


Dessert:

Best Fudge Cake
Gooseberry Pie
Chocolate meringue pie
Brownies

Comments

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana comes in quietly and takes a seat. She smiles at Deb and reads the menu.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Lana. What's it going to be for you tonight?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I think the spaghetti and meatballs, please. And save a piece of the fudge cake as well. I think I'm going to be decadent this evening." Lana smiles at Deb, but looks a little tired and drawn.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'll get those right out."

Deb delivers the plates and looks at Lana. "You okay, sweetie?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I just have a lot on my mind, you know. Problems I just don't know how to solve." She sighs a little. "I thought maybe it would be good for me to get away from the dorms for a little while and this is such a nice place... I figured I could get a good meal and some distance at the same time."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb nods. "Well, you think as long as you need to, sweetie. Sometimes, you just can't rush things."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Deb." Lana gives her a real smile. "I appreciate that."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam walked into the restaurant, holding the door open for Liz. She inhaled deeply. "Oh, that smells wonderful."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth smiled her thanks.

"It does, doesn't it? I'm spoilt for choice now, though!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam took a seat at one of the tables, unconsciously putting her back to the wall so she could watch everything going on around her and looked at the chalkboard.

"Yeah, I can't decide either."

((OOC: Ooh. Phone. Back in a bit.))

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth's eyes skimmed down the list, before she grinned. "Maybe we should skip straight through to the desert... and I mean that in a completely non-sexual sense."

((ooc: 'k, no worries.))

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam winked back. "Don't talk to me about dessert yet. I have to eat dinner--otherwise I hear about it from Janet for weeks afterwards."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Okay, girls, what'll it be?" Deb is beyond cheerful and practically into perky.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam couldn't help but grin back the face of such unabashed cheerfulness. "Well, I know I'll have the brownie for dessert. Um...and I guess the spaghetti and meatballs. And a glass of ice water with a lime, please."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Regular, lime water and a brownie." She turns to the other girl, "How about you?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'll have the same, please," Elizabeth smiles. "With ice tea."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb gives the girls a smile, and has the food out to them in a few minutes.

As always, it is hot, fresh and good. She sets out the brownies and the checks and keeps an eye on their drinks.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I would say that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, but as it's Janet, she'd find out anyway," Elizabeth laughed.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean. Seriously, the Pirate and CIA have nothing on Janet Fraiser," Sam replied, giggling.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Let's hope she never takes up an interest in broadcasting," Elizabeth grinned.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Oh, god," she groaned. "I shudder to think."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth just laughed. "Well, hopefully Daniel and the library keep her occupied enough as it is," she said, nodding.

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael, Ben and their son Hunter come into the diner. They wave to Michael's mother and, not seeing any other familiar faces, take a booth. "Ma will already know," Michael pipes up. "Two spaghettis and an eggplant parmesan. Tea, water and the most caffeinated drink in the place." He looks at Hunter. "Just no bouncing off of walls, okay?"

Hunter nods, but his eyes are fixed on the board. "I miss Gramma's desserts. Damn, I need to start begging for care packages."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb delivers the plates of food in short order. She sets out three water glasses, a glass of tea and a glass of coke that looks too dark.

"Chocolate coke. Double your caffiene rush," she smiles at Hunter. "I heard that about the care packages, kiddo. Drop me e-mail once in a while and I might drop you lemon bars back."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Hunter grins. "You've got a deal."

Michael shakes his head at the chocolate coke. "Oh man, he's never going to sleep. Good thing we have headphones on the computer, he can stay up all night playing video games."

"Actually, I'd like to take a walk around town later. Get a feel for the place myself." Hunter shrugged. "Clear my head out a little too, have a little peace. If that's okay with you guys."

Michael nodded. "Sure, kiddo." He pointed to Hunter's pocket. "Show Ben and my mother what you bought at Red's today."

Ben looked up. "You found one?"

Hunter nodded. "It's cool." He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring. (http://www.puzzlering.net/4bdia88.jpg)