Luke's Diner - Thursday Afternoon/Evening

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Lane is sitting at the counter looking bored. And possibly eyeing the pie. It's been a slow night, and that pie looks good. Or it would if she were eyeing it, that is.

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Boone enters the warmly-lit diner. He strides to the counter, definately eying the pie. "Hey, can I have a soda?" He asked. "And...pie?" He added, almost as an afterthought.

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Lane snaps to attention and says, "Sure - what kind of soda?" She gets a glass ready with ice while she's talking. "And more importantly, what kind of pie? Lemon, Chocolate Cream or Pecan?" She pauses for a second. "But I'll warn you, if you take the last piece of Pecan, I may cry, so proceed at your own risk."

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"Uh, Pepsi. I was going to say pecan, but if you'll cry..." He grinned impishly, "I'd be glad to share it."

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She blushes slightly as she hands over the Pepsi and says, "Deal." She walks away and returns with the pie and two forks. "I normally wouldn't do this, but... it's been a long day, and this place is dead, and I was counting down the hours until I could take the pie home with me." She pulls up a stool behind the counter and sits across from him. "Oh, right. I'm Lane, by the way."

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"Boone Carlyle," he responds, his blue eyes dancing as she pulls the stool up. He offers a hand.

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Aaron decides to head to the burger bar for dinner. Because the two Boones had to be in the same place at the same time! Rar!

Sliding onto a stool, he glanced at the other patrons and then began coveting the pies.

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Boone smiled and nodded in greeting because, of course, the two Boones have to be in the same place! It wouldn't be Fandom unless it happened.

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Lane puts down the fork that was already halfway to her mouth and smiles sheepishly as she reaches out to shake his offered hand. "Nice to meet you, Boone. Are you a student up at the school?"

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Without bothering to stand, Lane looks up from the counter where she's talking to Boone and asks, "Can I help you?"

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"Yeah," he grins, taking a forkful of pie himself. "Are you?"

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Addressing Lane he smiled at her and asked, "Could I get a cheeseburger with fries, a coke, and a slice of chocolate cream pie, please?"

His hazel eyes kept cutting toward the window, as if he couldn't help looking for someone, but the action itself seemed almost to annoy him.

Catching the boy's nod, and overhearing something he'd said to the waitress, he turned and gave the boy an amused nod of greeting back. "Sorry to be nosy, but I couldn't help overhear.. you said your name is Boone?" Holding out a large hand, Aaron introduced himself, "Mine is too. Aaron Boone. Nice to meet another."

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"Yeah. But so many of my classes have disappeared, I feel like I'm doing nothing all the time." She takes another bite. "When I'm not working here or practicing, that is."

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"Yeah...I accidentally got taken off for the roster of a couple of my classes while I was away awhile back." He leaned forward, propping his chin up on a loosely curled fist. "So I don't do to much either."

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Boone chuckled and clasped the other's hand, "Boone Carlyle. Same to you."

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Lane takes advantage of his obvious macking to steal another bite of pie. "What a shame. You should find a hobby or something. There's always music, or gardening, or bee-keeping, or basket-weaving..."

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"Music could be fun." He conceded, "I always wanted to learn how to play the drums. Or the base guitar. Either could be fun. But...basket weaving?" He took a bite of pie. "I'm already the only guy to take Home Ec... probably in the history of the school." He grinned, "So, it would probably be needlepoint."

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"Needlepoint," she says, nodding. "Excellent choice - it's really becoming a lost art in this day and age." She laughs after another bite of pie, leaving the last bite for him. "So you're in home ec? That's definitely not weird. Not at all. I mean, you're breaking out of gender stereotypes and... stuff."

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Lane reluctantly hops down off of her stool and takes the order back to the kitchen. She returns several minutes later with the food and places it in front of Aaron. "Want your pie now or later?"

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He laughed, pushing the plate to her. "Have the last bite," he said, taking a sip of his soda. "And I didn't mean to end up in Home Ec, it just kinda happened." He grinned, "And, hey, class cats and a teacher who crocheted a gun holder?"

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"No - I've definitely hogged enough, it's yours," she says pushing the plate back towards him.

"Ahh, cats and crocheting - not just for grandmothers anymore?"

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"Or the crazy old woman who used to live next door with the holy water and the arsenic in the powdered doughnuts," he replies, taking a bite.

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Aaron shook the boy's hand politely.

Aaron glanced over where she'd been having her conversation with the other Boone and smiled a little. He wasn't stupid - at least, when it came to other people's flirting, anyway - and said helpfully, "Now'd be fine. Then you won't have to make another trip. If you have the bill ready, you could bring that too and I could leave the payment on the counter before I go."

He looked out the window again, and resolutely dragged his gaze away. He bit into his burger and resolutely told himself he was not hoping Sonia would walk by, and that even if she did walk by, he would not hail her. Which would be fine, except he was lying to himself.

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At that, Lane does a double-take. "I'm sorry, umm, what?"

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"An old neighbor I used to have," he replied, a faint smile playing at his mouth. It was hard to tell whether or not he was joking.

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"Now crazy neighbors, I can understand!" she says, thinking of Taylor and Kirk.

"Where are you from, Boone?" she asks, leaning forward with her arms on the counter.

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He smiled, "Southern California, actually. What about you?"

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"Connecticut," she replied, clearing the plate off the counter. "Exciting, isn't it? But I don't plan on being there forever, you know."

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He laughed sympathetically, "That lively, huh?"

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Lane laughs as she sits back down on her stool across from him. "Oh yes," she says, "it's that special kind of lively where there's no mall, no Wal-mart, a one-screen 'theater' in some guy's living room, and the shops stay open until 8:00pm... on weekends."

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"Sounds enthralling," he noted, grinning slightly. "A one-screen theater?" He arched a brow. "And let me guess - the only thing showing was Gilligan's Island repeats?"