Luke's Diner, Wednesday

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude clattered through the door, bounced off a table, and zoomed into the back to sufficiently de-pudding himself before manning the front counter.

Contrary to popular belief, he's actually pretty good at this food service stuff.

Unless he slips on the pudding people keep tracking in.

But pudding? Act of God. Totally not his fault.

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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade came in, looking for it and rather hopeful that Nadia wasn't going to mallet him before he found it.

Which, since he wasn't really expecting to find it, meant never on the malleting.

"Good day!" He called. "Do you have any raspberry soup?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was still giving Fishgrenade the fish-eye as she followed him around, her mallet still in full view. She recognized that random emphasis. . . .

Artie was apparently contagious. She really hoped she'd be getting an explanation soon, as poncho or not, her jeans and boots were now well and truly puddinged.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade started trying out booths while he waited to hear back about raspberry soup.

"Too soft." squelch

"Too hard." squelch

He squelched into a third booth and tried to look comfortable. "Just right. Are you hungry?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked around on the off chance he was talking to someone else. "Depends, do I have to eat what you order?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You don't like raspberry soup?" Fishgrenade grinned and pointed to the seat across from him. "I think I could get you some pudding..."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sat down. "You are so getting malleted if I find out you're doing this on purpose." Her eyes widened. "Or maybe I'll just call Alfred. I'm sure he'd love to hear what his student has been up to,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You'll understand when we find it." As the pudding dried on his skin and in his clothes, Walter Fishgrenade Walter was starting to get an idea of what "it" should actually be.

The question was, was "it" Dada or just self-serving?

[nadiathesaint]

Pippi had half-turned into a cat, Pip had turned into a gosling, and Walter had lost 'it', which she suspected was quite possibly his mind. She wondered idly what crazy thing would happen to her and Seras, next.

"We'd better be finding 'it' soon. I liked that episode of AKA."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I know where the last place I'd look would be." Fishgrenade nodded and started to slide out of the booth with a bit of a crackle of drying pudding and a squelch of undried pudding.

Walter could not bloody wait to get cleaned up.

Food? Since when did he ever actually manage to eat in a restaurant with Nadia?

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia watched him slide, wondering if she should bother trying to help.

Oh, hell. She jumped over to catch him. "Can we look there next?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Yo, Walter bro," Jude greeted him, then blinked. "I'll check."

He ducked into the back.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Fishgrenade had finished trying out booths, waiting for soup, and confusing Nadia.

But now Jude was checking on his soup. He supposed he could wait a bit longer.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude emerged from The Back and spread his hands. "Sorry, bro. No raspberry soup." He considered it for a moment. "But that's a pretty good idea. I'll have to try it out."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia gave Walter a Look. "Whatever it is that's wrong with you, it's pure evil, isn't it."

Because raspberry soup didn't sound that bad.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Not at all!" Fishgrenade grinned and reached for Nadia's hand. "And we'll go find it next. Alright?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh good god, please. Then you'll tell me what the hell is going on?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Come on, (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/641672.html)" Fishgrenade said, without making any promises about telling her what was going on.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

After leaving All and Sundries (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/889106.html?thread=35027986#t35027986), Tim headed to the Diner.
"Beljar." he greeted Jude. He still had the cereal bowl on his head, but the had was now empty of pudding.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude shook his head, unperturbed. "Nah, bro. Jude. How's it hangin'?"

He might have noticed the cereal bowl and the baseball cap. Then again, he might not have.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded. "Capn' Morgan Jude. Harvard U?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I was think' U of T. Closer to home, pretty good courses, res are pretty spiffy. And hey, free TTC."

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded sagely. "Heave do cried una piddling?"