Wednesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Fried porkchops, applesauce, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans

Chef Salad, apple sauce

Pitas with baba ganouj, hummus and greek salad, apple sauce.


Desserts:

Baked apples
Apple pie
Apple dumpling
Applesauce cake



(In the back, Deb can be heard griping about shippers who mess up their orders.)

Comments

Sometime after 3pm FST

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce wanders in, carrying a basket (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/338879.html?thread=16290495#t16290495) with a black bow on top. Inside the basket, carefully tucked in a black blanket and wearing a knitted hat and scarf to protect against the chill, is an egg.

"Hi Deb. Red left a message that you wanted to schedule a henna touch-up? You going with the same design, or did you have a new one in mind?"

Re: Sometime after 3pm FST

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Duce." A slice of applesauce cake appears in front of her and Deb joins her. "I'm thinking of a whole new design. I really like this one, but I think it's time for a change, you know?"

She notices the egg. "How cute. You're doing the egg-baby thing! Michael had to do that. Of course, he wouldn't partner with anyone but Brian so we had an adopted egg with two daddies. The officials were scandalized."

Re: Sometime after 3pm FST

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"Actually, Wednesday is doing the egg-baby thing. We're just sitting for Hyde for a couple hours to let him socialize with other youngsters," Duce notes seriously. "Gonna take it to the shop and give it a henna tat, and let Castor and Pollux entertain it for a bit while Des is at class."

Carefully setting the basket on the counter where it won't get jostled, Duce forks a bit of cake and politely offers it to Hyde. After a moment, when Hyde doesn't eat it, Duce shrugs and pops it into her mouth. "It must not be hungry just yet. Who's Michael? One of your kids? Grandkids?"

Changing the subject back to henna, she nods, "One reason we like henna.. you can change it as often as you like. Got something in mind? We have some books you could look through if you need inspiration."

Re: Sometime after 3pm FST

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb laughs at the whole plan for the egg. "Well, don't let the cubs get too rough. Don't want Des up for child abuse."

She takes a bite of her own cake. "Michael's my son. He and his husband run the Emporium. I've only got one grandson, and they adopted him as a surly teenager. He grew out of it. He's in town now, as a matter of fact. Stop by and meet them. You should completely blow Hunter's mind."

Re: Sometime after 3pm FST

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce grins, "Nah.. they don't get to play with the baby. Hyde's far too young. It's not even crawling yet. We'll just make them sing to it or something."

Taking another bite of cake, she makes a happy noise at the yummy goodness. "Oh! Him! Yeah, we met him once when we dashed in there to get a gift certificate for the bingo prizes." The notice of the couple's gender doesn't phase her, but she smirks at the thought of confusing their kid, "That might be good for a laugh. You sure it won't traumatize him?"

Re: Sometime after 3pm FST

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Duce, honey, he's 24. If your traumatize him, he deserves it. Means he's getting too bourgeoise for his own good."

Around Lunchtime

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

After his somewhat impromptu job interview, Jarod decided he was hungry. He entered the little cafe with his duffle bag still over his shoulder, since he didn't have a place to stay yet. Maybe someone here would be looking for a boarder.

He took a seat at one of the tables, facing out at the town so he could people-watch through the window while he ate.

While he waited, he casually took out a little set of screwdrivers from his pocket, opened the cell phone that Sydney had given him, and removed the GPS locator chip. He dropped it to the floor, stepped on it until he heard it crack, and picked it back up to put on the table. He reassembled his phone and put it back in his pocket, along with his screwdriver set.

Re: Around Lunchtime

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi. I'm Deb. What can I get you?" She looks him over. "Now I don't know everyone's face, but I think you're new in town.

Re: Around Lunchtime

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her. "I am new here." He reaches a hand out to her. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jarod."

He considers the menu. "I'm not sure what I want to eat--I've never had anything you're offering before."

Re: Around Lunchtime

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb looks at him, "So are you one of the space kids or one of the 'lost in time' kids? Do you eat meat?"

Re: Around Lunchtime

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod looks somewhat confused by the question, but considering his day has already included meeting Red and Lorne, he's learning to adapt quickly. "No, I was born on this planet and in this time. And I've never had meat--I was raised on optimized nutritional supplements and wheatgrass stewed with tomatoes."

Re: Around Lunchtime

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb nods then scowls a little. "Yuck. Okay, my suggestion would be the vegetarian plate. It's pita bread with chickpea dip, eggplant dip and a salad. If you've never had meat, you don't want to try eating a lot of it at once. Water to drink?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna comes in, her hair still a mess and her shoulder patched up. Her cat is half-poking out of her bag. "Hey Deb. Too much applesauce?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Alanna." She tempers her language in front of the girl. "Stupid supplier sent me eight cases of the stuff. What can I get you, honey?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna shifts her bag a bit and a loud and angry "Mrowr" sounds from it. "Can I get the porkchops? And um, some milk?" The second "Mrowr" is a much happier one.

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney hears the meow and blinks. "Is there a cat in your bag?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna sighed. "Yes. Faithful."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Naw, she's just happy to see you," Deb drawls, cracking her gum.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb gets the porkchops around, and a take-out cup of milk. Unnoticed, she slips a can of tuna into the bag.

"There you go sweetie."

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Thank you!" Alanna nearly bounces out.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Leaving Azriphale's bookstore and feeling rather like a poleaxed ox, Aaron goes in search of sustenance and winds up at Deb's. Sliding onto a seat at the counter, he searches the menu in silent contemplation for a minute.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi. Another new face. It's the day for 'em, it seems. What'll you have, honey?"

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

Looking down at the matronly woman, Boone nodded politely, "Evening, m'am. I'll have the vegetarian plate and a coke, please. Just arrived in town last night, in fact. Would've come in then, but it was too near curfew."

Taking off his leather jacket, he adjusts his weight to slide it over the counter stool.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"One vegetarian coming up. Well, I'm glad to see someone takes it seriously, unlike my knotheaded grandson."

She has the plate of pita bread with two bowls of dip and the salad in front of him in a very few minutes. She pulls the coke from an old-style machine: syrup then carbonated water.

[cabal-boone.livejournal.com]

"I've lived in California and New York. I'm used to curfews," Aaron comments quietly. Taking the food with a nod of thanks, he digs in. He's a big man, and the food disappears accordingly.