fandomtownies | Sunday Dinner at the Dive

"Hey Deb. I need three of the potroasts and three brownies."

Han passes over the money.

"Hi sweetie. Where's Bagoas? Is this to go?"

Seeing his nod, she gets three to-go boxes around.

"He's a little space-lagged. We just got back from Deneb. I'm going to drop dinner for him and then go eat with Shep."

"Then you only pay for two. I've been sending food for Shep. You're the one who hurt him, aren't you?"

Han nods, ashamed. "Yes, Ma'am. I didn't mean to." He picks up the carryout bags. "I'll tell Bagoas you asked about him."

If Shep was one of "her" kids, Deb would have clouted the boy upside the head. As it is, she gives him a stern look.

"You be more careful. And don't go playing with sharp objects."

"Good evening, Debbie." Ben's face looks a little drawn, as if he hadn't slept well and it's been a long day. "Can I get one potroast, one soup and two pieces of chocolate cake to go." He takes out his wallet and starts counting out money.

"Hi, baby. Long drive?" She gets the food around. "How was the trip? Pittsburgh still miserable as ever?"

Ben nods. "More so than usual." He puts the money down on the counter. "You remember Hunter's friend Derek, I'm sure. He was beaten pretty badly Saturday night. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/mikeys_ben/1665.html) We found him outside Babylon." Ben shook his head. "It kills me that things like that still happen. In a bit of good news, on the other hand, Mara agreed to marry our little upstart."

Deb covered her mouth with both hands and looked like she wanted to cry for just a second. Then she slammed a fist into the register's counter. "Did they get the animals who did it?" She took a deep breath and tried not to snarl. "Will he be all right?" She sets the food down gingerly.

"Kills you? It kills all of us. It especially kills the thousands that get buried from it every year." She's losing her temper again, and looks out the door after the tall boy who just left.

Calming down with a deep breath, she manages a smile. "That's great about Mara. You tell him his grandma will be there. With bells on."

She leans across the counter and kisses Ben's cheek. "Take that home before it gets cold, baby."

Ben shook his head. "No witnesses yet. Brian, of all people, put up a reward for any information, so...we can only hope someone will come forward." He sighed. "Derek's alive, but not conscious yet. We've just got to keep him in our good thoughts and prayers." Closing his eyes, he added, "It kills us all a little bit inside. All we can do is focus our outrage into positive action." He managed a half-smile. "You've seen me when I'm upset. If I'd gotten ahold of the people who did this..." His fists curled, then uncurled. "They would have regretted ever meeting me."

Puffing out another sigh, Ben picked up the food. "We'll keep you updated, Deb, I promise. Hopefully I can bring some good news."

[The Doctor slides into a booth and waits for Geoff to come by. He has a shopping bag with him.] Could I get some water, please, Deb, and the soup?

"Hey, Ten. Coming right up." She sets the water glass on the table and ladels out a large bowl of the soup. "Where you been shopping, honey?"

We were in San Francisco for the holiday. [He smiles at her and sips the soup.] I got Geoff a present.

As if waiting to make a big entrance, Geoff steps up to the table at the mention of his name. Placing a quick kiss on Deb's cheek, he slips into the booth.

"Hello, Deb. Welcome back, Ten!"

[Ten grins as he sees him.] Hello, love. Haven't been working too hard, have you?

"Well somebody's in a good mood. What'll it be for you, sweetie?"

"I should say that any work is working too hard, but honestly it's been good. I've gotten a lot of writing done." He smiles up at Deb and places an order for soup as well.

"I've missed you two. Did you have a good trip?"

[He laughs.] It was fantastic...missed you, though. [He takes Geoff's hand across the table.]

Touched at the gesture, Geoff smiles and twines his fingers in Ten's.

"You'll have to tell me about it -- I don't even have any idea where you went."

[He sips some water with his other hand, not letting go.] The other side of the country. Thousands of miles, and to CJ's universe. Lovely country, lots of mountains and ocean.

Geoff grins up at Deb. "Thank you, my lady. I hope you had a good holiday."

"I had a wonderful one. I made three prep cooks and a cordon bleu chef cry. They let me have run of the hotel kitchen, and I'm afraid I ate myself into turkey oblivion." She smiles, "You?"

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Indeed. [Ten nods in agreement with Geoff.] Was it busy?