fandomtownies | Monday Specials

Tonks, with her newfound determination to get out more, realizes that she needs to see more of the town, and, after wandering aimlessly for awhile, ends up at Deb's, looking around the Dive curiously.

"Hi, honey, come on in, it's cold out there. I love your hair!" Deb seems to be excessively cheerful tonight. "Can I get you anything? Diner here, vintage shop through the beaded curtain."

Tonks beams and unbuttons her coat. "It's been a long time since anyone's called me honey," she comments ruefully, flashing Deb a smile. "Food would be excellent."

Deb gestures at the chalkboard. "We have the special, the diet plate and the vegetarian special. Have a seat, booth table or counter and I'll get a drink out to you. What do you like?"

"The special's good." Tonks answers cheerfully, moving to sit at the counter. "It would what's least good for you, right?"

"And, er, tea would be perfect."

Deb sets out the tea and silverware before calling back a second special.

"I've seen you around, but never really got a chance to chat. I'm Debbie Novotny. My son runs the Emporium."

"Er," Tonks pauses to try to recall the name, "Your son would Micheal, then? Or Ben? I'm Tonks, by the way."

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Alanna, with her bag a bit bigger than usual nearly bounced into the clinic. "Hey Deb. Can I get the chicken steak and lemon bars?"

"Coming right up, sweetie. How was your trip?"

Deb bundles up the lemon bars and then dashes to the back for the take-out container.

"Really, really bad." Alanna replied, still perky. "But I did get you something (http://www.livejournal.com/users/threeweapons/8584.html). Because you have greatly lessened the probability of me starving to death, or being forced to live off of pre-packaged food."

Deb laughs when she sees a cookbook. Then she looks more closely at it and the soaps. "Alanna, these are beautiful. Thank you, honey. I'm sorry your break didn't go too well."

"My vacation was doomed from the start. How was your break?"

Deb shrugs. "Pretty quiet with you kids gone. I took most of it off and felt kinda guilty. But, hey, sometimes you have to feel the guilt and do it anyway."

The takeout box is up so she bags it for Alanna.

"Don't let it get cold, honey."

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Lana wanders in carrying a book and smiles at Deb before finding a seat. "Hey, good to see you again!"

"Hi Lana honey, what can I get you tonight?"

"Um... I think the chicken fried steak, some coffee, and a piece of the red velvet cake for dessert. I'm feeling decadent tonight." Lana smiles.

"So, did you have a nice holidays?"

"Let me put that in." Deb comes right back with the coffee.

"Mine weren't bad. We stayed in. My grandson and his fiance came for a visit. They brought me the butterfly." She gestures to the fiber-optic butterfly on the knick-knack shelf. "They weren't sure what to make of our odd little town though."

She hears the bell. "That's your dinner, hang on."

She delivers the meal and is back in a jiffy with more coffee and the cake.

Lana smiles at the butterfly, "That's pretty neat. And yeah, I can imagine they wouldn't know what to make of this place. I'm not always sure what to make of it myself."

She looks down at the food when Deb brings it over, "Oh wow, that smells so good. I have missed coming here!"

"Sometimes I don't know what to make of it myself, honey. But I like it. I missed you kids, too. It was empty over break."

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After closing up the shop, Aziraphale and Wilson wandered into Deb's for what would officially be the angel's second dinner out in the entire five months he'd been in Fandom. Taking seats at a booth, Aziraphale looked up at the menu board and tried to puzzle out what 'chicken fried steak' might mean.

There might have been a bitty little fuzzy nose sticking out of his pocket.

"Mr. Phale, how are you tonight?" Deb bustles over and sets a glass of water and some silverware on the table.

Aziraphale smiles at Deb. "Quite well, my dear, thank you. I assume you must know Dr. Wilson?"

Deb concentrates. "I've seen him around, I'm sure. Is he all right?"

Wilson had spied the vegetable plate and was all smiles are Deb came over. "Good evening."

He was pretending that there was not a fuzzy little passenger in Phale's pocket and he chuckled a little before just picking up his menu.

"I am most, forgettable I fear."

"I knew I knew the name. And I know the face. I just couldn't get them together. So what'll it be boys? Everything's good." She nods at Phale. "Would your passenger like something as well?"