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Cafe Fina, open for dinner 2/4

Cafe Fina was closed for lunch today and Walter hurried down to open on time after his chat with Cally. Anders had a good partner in her.

After the prior evening, he was feeling good about the night's possibilities. The flowers on the tables were fresh, the silverware was sparkling, and Cafe Fina was open for business. The sea bass had smelled wonderful when he checked the kitchen.

[ooc: ocd threads ~~coming up~~ now up for all your Walter-humiliating needs.]

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Tables here, there is no menu. Order what you want or take what's behind doors number one or two.

One of the two unusual ordering options is allowing Walter to choose something for you that he thinks you will like.

Sign up for that here and what your character might like. If you'd like for him to be a bit off, go for it, he's still a trainee.

If you'd like him to be wayyy off, go with door #2.

The other unusual ordering option is to go with allowing Walter to provide what you want before you even ask.

Because he is a butler-fu trainee, he's definitely going to have slip-ups. If you'd like to help Walter with his training and potentially embarrass him while you're at it, let me know what you'd like here.

If you want him to get it right, let me know what he should provide. If you want him to get it wrong, let me know what he should provide to be dead wrong. If you want him to do it and be hit or miss, let me know and I'll give it a guess.

As it seems to be a quiet night, Walter wanders the restaurant checking that everything is in order.

At first, he starts humming. At least it isn't "it's a small world."

For no reason, he breaks into song yet again,

Everything is food, food, food
Everything is food to go
Everything is food for thought
Everything you knead is dough

It is food
Everything is food

Everything is meat, meat, meat
Careful what you put on your feet
Once it lived on an animal
Now it walks along with you
It could be food
Food, food, food

It is food
Everything is food

Everything is upside down now
Everything is sunny side up
It's ubiquitous
Enigmatic and
They can't trick us
With no hot dogmatic

It is food, food, food
And it's full of flavor
Food, food, food
It's so good to savor

Everything is food, food, food
Everything is upside down
Everything is sunny side up
It's ubiquitous
Enigmatic and
They can't trick us
With no hot dogmatic

It's food, food, food
Make no mistake about it
Food, food, food

Never ever doubt it
Food, food, food
Everything is food

Nadia wandered in, figuring if anyone would be used to her making a fool out of herself, it'd be Walter. So if she sang, well, she'd just sic her cat on him or something.

Sure enough, as soon as she walked in the door,

You can get anything you want
At Alfred's restaurant
You can get anything you want
at Alfred's restaurant
You just walk right in
It's around the back,
Just a half a mile from the railroad track!
You can get anything you want
At Alfred's restaurant.

[[take a stab at it, bucko, hit or miss style]]

Walter saw Nadia walk in, and remembered that the chef had mentioned an Argentine specialty he enjoyed making.

Before she could get up to the lectern, he had disappeared into the kitchen and returned with Milanesa de Pollo, a chicken breast with parsley and garlic, lightly fried with red skin mashed potato and grilled zucchini.

Somehow, he just wasn't getting the vibe for her drink and settled for leaving a beer and a carafe of water.

He was waiting for her, grinning, when she noticed him.

"Your table is ready. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/601866.html?thread=23510282#t23510282)"

Nadia grinned back and took a look at the food. Her eyes widened slightly, as did her grin. "Wow. That's pretty good." She took a bite. "Ve-hy goo'!" She took a sip of the beer and made a face. "Not so much that, though. Is that American beer?"

Bugger.

"Yes, although it was supposed to be a decent brew. Is there something better I can fetch for you?"

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "I thought as a Brit you would know. There is no decent American brew. Do you have any Quilmes?"

Walter frowned and cocked his head. "As in Cerveza Quilmes? I will have to check the wine cellar.

Returning in a few minutes with a cobweb stuck in his hair, Walter opened the bottle to pour it in a frosted glass and opened his mouth to comment on Alfred's thoroughness:

I've done a little steppin' out there on a limb,
but my open mind winds up closed again,
I like brown bottles and aluminum cans,
Call me simple ...
but that's who I am...
Hey I'M JUST A BEER MAN.

Nadia grinned back at him. She took a sip and nodded approvingly, then opened her mouth to approve verbally. This? Was a mistake.

I like cigarettes, and that's no gag
But you'll always be my favourite fag
You'll always be my favourite fag
You'll always be my favourite faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag

She stuffed chicken hurriedly in her mouth and blushed furiously.

I'll always be her favorite cigarette? Walter shook his head in confusion.

And why were they singing at each other?

Maybe now was a good time for a strategic retreat.

If you need me, I wantcha to call me
Said if you need me, all ya gotta do is call me
Don't wait too lo-o-ong if things go wrong
I-I-I'll be here, whoa-oh-oh, here

Nadia swallows and giggles. Mistake, again.

Now hush your pretty lips,
I'm going to give you just one little tip.
Shut up and make out,
Shut up and make out,
Shut up and make out with me!

Her eyes got very, very wide as she smacked her hand over her mouth and bolted from the restaurant.

Then ducked back in, grabbed the plate and glass, tossed money on the table, and made to bolt again. Carefully this time, since she didn't want to spill the yummy food.

To say that Walter was gobsmacked... didn't even begin to touch it.

Tell me I'm only dreaming and I'll believe you
Can't see how this could be true
Surrounded by feelings I hardly recognise
I look for explanations I'm taken by surprise
If you told me yesterday that you would feel this way
I would sure enough call you a liar to your face

He took Nadia's money and made change, making a mental note to drop it off... strike that... to slip it in an envelope under her door.

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