fandomtownies | Sunday Specials

The Baron hurried into the diner, shaking water off of his fur. He didn't like rain and until the office arrived and he could cook for himself, he would need food. He eyed the counter from below, then, using his cane for a bit of leverage, hopped onto a stool and stood erect, his cane tucked under one arm.

"Good evening, madam," he said, sweeping his hat off with a small bow.

"And a very good rainy evening to you. What can I get for you?"

Deb is relatively nonplussed by a talking cat in a suit and hat. It's Fandom, after all, and Faithful has been a frequent customer.

After the movies, Han grabs his jacket and heads down to Deb's. He's been putting this off too long.

He shakes the rain out of his hair and looks around. Deb redecorated over the break. That helps, some.

He grabs a seat and waits for her.

Deb sets the water and silverware on the table.

"How are you, sweetie? You heard from Bagoas?"

Han nods. "I'm okay. I'll have pot-roast and the cake." He pats his jacket pocket. "Beautiful writes to me. I write to him."

He digs a little in the other pocket. "Frank said to thank you for the baklava. It was really good, Deb. And he sent this for you." He hands over a silver-wrapped box with a blue velvet bow. "Happy Hanukkah a little late."

Deb gives him a smile and tucks the box into her apron pocket.

"Let me go put this order in."

"The pot roast, please, and tea if you have it," he replied, very properly, swishing his tail a bit to drain excess water.

Deb nods. She puts the order in and brings a glass of iced tea, unsweetened, to the counter.

"Welcome to Fandom. I'm Debbie Novotny."

"Thank you for the welcome, Ms. Novotny, but I'm afraid I've been caught in the language barrier," he says, putting his paw on the glass. "I meant a cup of hot tea. With a touch of milk."

Deb shakes her head. "My fault. I should have asked. Most folks drink iced tea this time of night."

She picks up the pot-roast on her way back with the cup of hot tea. She sets the small pitcher of milk beside the cup.

"There we are. I'm sorry about that. Where are you staying, Mr.--?"

Speaking of Faithful. "Mrowr!" He calmly padded into the Diner, a twenty dollar bill carefully attached to one paw. "Can I get the pot-roast with vegetables and." He peered at the list, trying to chose something for Alanna. "Hm, three brownies?"

"My apologies, Ms. Novotny. I am Baron Humbert von Gikkingen. Most find it a mouthful and simply call me Baron. For tonight I am staying nowhere. My office is arriving tomorrow." He adds the milk, stirs briefly, and takes an appreciative sip. "An excellent cup of tea."

"Well, Baron, there's a very nice hotel just up the street. The Aficianado Arms. Mr. Crowley runs it now. Tell him Deb sent you."

She nods at the mention of his office. "A lot of us live above our shops here. It's so quaint and old-fashioned. Enjoy your dinner, Baron."

"Hi Faithful. Is that for here or to go?"

Deb picks him up and takes the $20.

She gets the little plastic coin purse she keeps in the register and puts the change into it before looping it over Faithful's head.

She puts in the pot-roast order and gets the brownies around

"Thank you for the suggestion. And the dinner looks delicious." He set his cane and hat down beside the plate and dug in, very properly, with the far-too-large cutlery that he still managed well.

Faithful purred. "Alanna didn't feel like moving, so to go."

Deb nods and makes sure the pot-roast is in a to-go box.
She scratches Faithful's ears and offers him the bag.

"Tell Alanna I hope she's feeling better, or more energetic, or whatever, soon. You be careful in the rain, okay?"

Faithful purred and headed out. "I will, thank you." He smirked. "What rain?" As he trotted out, not a single drop of water fell on him. Sometimes, it was good to be a cat.

The food was always good at Deb's and Han realized how much he'd missed it when he settled in on the roast and vegetables.

He ate in silence, left a nice tip and headed back into the rain.

Quark had to hit every business he could in his first day. A stop to eat as his final visit seemed like a good idea as any. Taking a seat in the diner, he examined the menu and sighed at the lack of anything even remotely resembling Ferengi cuisine.

"Hoo-mon food it is," he sighs.

"Hi. Welcome to Fandom." Deb sets the waterglass and silverware on the table in front of the odd little man. "I'm Debbie Novotny. What can I get you this evening?"

"Thanks," Quark grumbles a little as he deliberates. "I'll have the soup and sandwich." He scratches behind his right lobe. "And a glass of prune juice, if you have it." Quark looks up at Debbie and gives a rather non-commital smile. "The name is Quark, by the way."

Deb writes it down. "I'll have that right up for you, Mr. Quark." The pointy teeth have her just a little nervous.

She finds the bottle of prune juice on a back store-room shelf after turning in the meal order. The cook is just sliding the sandwich onto the plate when she comes out with it.

"There we go. Enjoy your dinner." She sets the soup and sandwich in front of him, along with the juice. "So, what brings you to Fandom Town, Mr. Quark?"

"The same thing that drives everything in the world, Misses Novotny. Profit." Quark takes a sip of the prune juice and winces a little. "I always wondered why Worf ordered this stuff." He chuckles a little.

"But as I was saying, profit. Profit, and a change of scenery."

Deb smiles. "Of course." She notices the wince and reminds herself to check the sell by date on that bottle.

"Are you hiring? We business owners all kind of watch out for each other and steer customers and employees each other's way."

"It's what happens when you have to leave your idiot brother behind." Quark shakes his head. "Which would be my way of saying yes, I am hiring. The apartments could use a superintendant to do the upkeep, and I'm going to need a few technicians for the business I'm opening on the roof."

"Well if I see anyone who might fit the bill, I'll send them along." She gives him another smile and sets the tab on the table. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Will do, will do. And thanks for offering to let folks know about my needs. Rule of Acquisition Ninety Five: Expand or die. And I sure as hell can't expand without some more manpower." Quark starts eating his meal, quickly but with dignity.

Grilled cheese. Chocolate. He can feel the spots coming already...but he WANTS it, damn it...

So a teenaged boy with a vaguely familiar face wanders into Deb's and plops down at the counter next to Quark. He doesn't even bat an eye at the talking cat. Or the other talking cat.

"Hey kiddo. What can I get you tonight?" Deb looks at him. And looks again. "OKay, I know I know you. How long's it been since you came in, baby?"

His smirk may be familiar. "Couple months. I've been lying low. You know who I am, though. Might take a while."

A whisper. "Got any pickles?"

Deb covered her mouth as she laughed, remembering the RennFaire. "Ten, honey, don't even tell me. It'll break this poor old lady's brain. Will it wear off, like his did, do you think?" She punctuated this with a nod at Han who was just leaving. Moving on to safer subjects, she asked, "What can I get you tonight?

"I sincerely hope so," he says, rubbing his forehead. "You should see CJ." The goofy look on his face gets worse when he mentions her. "And I'll have a Coke, and two grilled cheese and soups. And then coffee. And chocolate pie."

Deb laughs. "Double soup and sandwich, a coke, and pie with coffee. You know that much caffiene will keep you up all night. I'll be right back."

She turns in the order and fills the drink. The food is ready by the time she's done and she brings it all back.

"I'll be back with the pie and coffee when you're ready for them. Enjoy." It isn't clear whether she means the food or being a kid again.

He smiles at her. "No worries, I've done it before, but I have to teach in the morning. Oh my god..." Then he looks panicked...for about two seconds.

"Can I have cake too?"

Nothing ever changes with teenage boys. Deb gets the pie and the cake. "Under the new prices, you get two desserts with two meals. And I thought girls were bad about the chocolate."

She whisks the coke off for a refill and brings back the coffee as well.

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