Monday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard Reads:

We're back to Regular Hours 5-2
We will be open Monday and Tuesday.
Closed Wed, and serving Thanksgiving dinner at the Afficianado Arms on Thursday.
Regular schedule resumes Friday.

We love you, Fandom Town.



Monday Specials:

Lasgana with salad and garlic bread
Vegetable lasagana with salad and garlic bread
Grilled italian sausage and vegetables with salad

Desserts:
Tiramisu
Lemon bars
Zuppe Inglais
Cherry Pie

Comments

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana comes in. "Hi Deb. I'm so glad you're open again. Look can I get two orders of the lasagna to go? I'm going to visit Shep at the Mainland Hospital and I promised Him I'd sneak him in some real food. And I figure if I'm eating too he won't feel so self-conscious. Oh, and do you have any cookies? He specifically asked for those, but if not lemon bars should be good."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Lana. Let me see what I have cookie-wise." While the take-out is coming up, Deb potters about.

She presents Lana with three bags, one for lasagna and salads, one with a box of a dozen lemon bars, and one that is a mystery.

"Hospital food sucks. Just pay for your dinner, honey, and tell Shep to get better fast. I heard he got hurt over the weekend, and I thought I saw that tall boy carrying him out."

She smiles. "Oh and don't let Mr. McKay near the lemon bars. He's allergic."



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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure, Deb? I brought enough to pay for both." Lana hands over her money.

"And yes, Han carried him all the way to the clinic, while I hung onto his arm to try and stop the bleeding. Thank God for Han! And no lemon for Mr. McKay. Got it."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure, sweetie. It's one of the things I do. Back home in Pittsburgh, it was more likely to be a kid getting gay-bashed than getting hurt with a sword. But this is Fandom Town."

"Tell him I hope he gets better, and that I'll make sure he's got food until he's well on the mend."

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"I'll let him know, and thanks in advance from him." Lana hesitates then leans across the counter and hugs Deb. "Thanks."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb takes the hug. "You're welcome. Now scoot before it gets cold."

late afternoon

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Uh, hey, Deb. I'll have a lasagne to go and tiramisu. Going out of town to see a friend.

Re: late afternoon

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Coming right up, Mr. McKay."

Deb rustles the food around. "Lana came by earlier for take-out for poor Shep in the hospital. You headed out to see him, too?"

Re: late afternoon

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Yeah, him. Can't keep him out of trouble, it seems.

Hm. If Lana's taking him food, then I guess I don't need to.

Re: late afternoon

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Eat it yourself. Go visit, take your own, and make a party of it."

She smiles grimly. "Nothing on earth is as fucking boring as eating hospital food alone."

Re: late afternoon

[yaymckay.livejournal.com]

Rodney agrees, remembering the times when he was stuck in the infirmary with nobody to talk to and the times when someone - one of his team-mates or Liz or Carson - came and kept him company.