Tuesday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads:

Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and salad
Falafel pita with hummus and salad.
Baked fish with lemon, steamed broccoli, green beans and salad.


Bakery Special today:
Peanut Butter Brownies
White cake
Chocolate Meringue Pie
Gooseberry Pie

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[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Skipping ahead of Aziraphale, she looks back from time to time. Reaching the door of a diner, she flings the door open and steps through, checking the interior like a pint sized security detail.

"Cooo."

//Come ON, Aziraphale.//

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale follows behind the adorable little girl-thing as though being led to his execution. Smiling weakly at Deb, he walks with Magdalene toward a booth and slides in.

"Are you certain this is what you want to do? I mean, er, I thought you wanted to watch me work. Not...you know, eat dinner."

He looks around the diner as if hoping someone, anyone, will come in and rescue him.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

She slides in across from him, the table resting against her chest. "Cooocrooo, coo. Crrrrroooo."

//This IS watching you work, Aziraphale. Out with the humans, making their lives better. Gracious, I desperately want to smoke. Why do you suppose that is?//

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"Er..."

The angel stares at her, wondering if maybe he's already been evaluated, and this is his punishment. "Perhaps because Crowley smokes?" he asks in a weak voice.

Summoning up a little courage, he smiles more congenially at Deb and looks over the menu. To Magdalene he says, "Er, what would you like?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Cooo..Cooorroooo"

//I don't know what any of this is. You pick.//

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"The...meatloaf is very good. And, er...brownies?"

Children like brownies, he thinks. Not, of course, that she's actually a child, of course. But he thinks she'll like brownies anyway.

"And, er, I'll have the same, but with the pie instead. And tea."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

She looks at him and smiles...a familiar soft smile. She shrugs and looks around the diner, bouncing a bit, and getting up on her knees to turn around and take in what's behind them.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale felt heartbroken at that smile, and he turned away for a moment to look out into the diner. When Magdalene sits upon her knees and turns around, he looks back, taking a minute to study her while she's not studying him.

She's...not like any sort of angel he's ever seen, and he can't quite figure out what she might be, except that she seems to exhibit qualities of Crowley and, he supposes, of himself.

"What did you mean, earlier? About keeping Mr. Crane in place of Crowley?" Aziraphale surprises himself with the question, but he very much wants to understand.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

"Crrrooooo, coooo. Crooo?"

//You must have balance while he's gone. Right?//

She starts looking through the table service, investigating salt and pepper and ketchup and sugar...and not intentionally making a mess at all.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Sighing a little, Aziraphale cleans up the mess that the girl-angel-thing makes, putting everything back where it belongs.

"Crowley will back soon, I expect. And it isn't as though we've never been, er, not in the same town. It isn't necessary to have someone around to balance me. Anyway, Mr. Crane is...a friend of Crowley's. We're only casual acquaintances. Not colleagues."

He's glad when the food comes, giving them both something to concentrate on.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

She pokes the meatloaf with her finger, watching him to see what he does. Then she pokes the mashed potaotes. Repeatedly. Smiling as her finger sinks in each time.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

"My dear," he says automatically, "That isn't polite. Althought I feel rather certain you know that."

Picking up his fork, Aziraphale begins to eat, steadily wading through the food even though he can't really taste it. He knows he deserves this...he's been breaking rules for far too long to be allowed to wonder why this is being done to him. But he wonders if it isn't perhaps a little unfair, considering how close on the heels of Crowley's recall it comes. And then, of course, he realizes that's probably exactly the point.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han comes in, Bagoas on his arm. He smiles when he sees the board. They take a back booth.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

"One last felafel night?" Bagoas looks a little sad.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Han sighs.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb, in a santa hat, cracks her gum and gives the boys a smile. "Looks like you're back to yourself, kiddo. Why the long faces, boys?"

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

Bagoas looks at her, almost ready to cry. "I leaving, Deb."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb's smile fades. "Where you going, baby? By your look and his, I'd say it's permanent."

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

He nods. "I going to live with Frank. Yes, it permanent."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb sighs. "We'll miss you around here, sweetie. Listen, before you go, stop by. I'll send him something."

She flips her hat to the other side. "What can I get you boys tonight?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Two falafel plates, two lemonades, one cake, one chocolate pie."
Han tries to smile and fails miserably. "Thanks, Deb."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Listen, Han, baby, you come in any time you need to. And Bagas, honey, if you're in town, you be sure to stop in."

She hurries off and has their orders out in no time.

[persian-eunuch.livejournal.com]

Bagoas thanks her with a weak smile, all he can manage.

"We stop by Thursday to pick up thing for Frank?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb smiles. "I'll have it ready for him."


She walks back and sits behind the register, watching the boys. Neither of them looks at all happy with the leaving.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han's own face is miserable as Bagoas finally says it.