Sunday Dinner At The Dive

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard is up:

Sunday Dinner:

Roasted Ham with Scalloped Potatoes and Green Beans
or
Lentil Pottage


Desserts:
Chocolate Mint Cheesecake
Hot Apple Pie
Chocolate Fudge Brownie Pie
Bread Pudding with Sauce Anglais

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shuffles in, one hand over his ribs and his eyes bloodshot. "Wow, you guys made it through the whole crazy weekend okay, huh?" he asks with a weak smile. "Food smells great, too."

Of course, his stomach would choose now to give a loud, embarrassing growl as if to emphasize the statement.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"We did fine, honey. Looks like you didn't. Sit down." Deb scoots a chair right to him. "What can I get you tonight?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sits down and gives Deb a grateful smile. "Yeah, there was a thing with a wall," he admits. "Probably shouldn't be walking around, but food sorta slipped our minds yesterday."

He frowns a bit. "'s not just for me, though, so I'd have to get it to go. But I'm thinkin' two each of the ham and the lentil pottage, and a couple of those chocolate fudge brownie pies? That'd be awesome."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Are the other kids in as bad of shape as you are? We saw Susan get hit." Deb's scooting around, boxing it all up for him. "Do you need any help getting all this back?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It was pretty busy in the part of the gym they set up for injuries," replies Anders, sitting back in the chair with his eyes closed. "I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but lots of frostbite and cuts and stuff. Sounded like a couple of pretty major injuries happened too, but far as I know, we didn't lose anybody. Glad you two made it through okay. I guess you were up at the school too, right?"

Cracking an eye open to look, he whistles when he realizes it's a bit more food than he expected. "I think I'll be okay if I take it slow."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"We were out in front of the gym. Do you know Han? He loaned us some guns we need to get back to him." Deb gives him a smile. "No charge. I take care of my wounded kids."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders's mouth falls open, and he reaches for his wallet anyway. "Aw, I can't ask you to do that. This is a lot." He grins sheepishly. "I never got to do anything to help. They attacked detention, and I maybe lasted a minute. Speaking of Han, I think he showed up in detention but wasn't supposed to be there, and left, but I haven't seen him since. That was before the attack, though . . . do you want me to maybe check up on him for you?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I always do it, honey. So don't worry about that wallet. I'll give Han a call tomorrow and see if he wants to come down and pick up the guns." Deb shakes her head. "I knew I should have taken my blast rifle. You just get better, kiddo, and the same goes for the other kids you're getting food for."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"You have a blast rifle?" he asks, incredulous, then, "Okay, but next time, when I'm better? I'm getting two of everything. But I'm gonna feel guilty."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"I got it after zombie night. It worked better than the shotgun." Deb pats hi cheek. "You're a good boy. When you're well, you can tip as heavily as your guilt makes you."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "See, and here I'm one of the people who should probably never be trusted with a gun. Like, ever. Color me way impressed. Oh, and that tip? It'll be a good one," Anders promises. "Soon too, hopefully."