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Cafe Fina, Wednesday

Never let it be said that Cafe Fina's kitchen was not spotless. No. Really. Never let that be said. Walter has the toothbrush to prove it.

The restaurant opened on time ~~despite all appearances to the contrary~~ with Wadsworth running the lunch shift, and Walter taking the dinner shift in his spiffy Swedish flag tie.

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There were times when Wadsworth quite enjoyed his employer. The day after the Toothbrush Incident was definitely one of them.

Artie came to Cafe Fina with a bounce in his step and a spiffy swinging of his briefcase. "Hello sir!"

"Good afternoon," Wadsworth said, coming to greet Artie. "May I show you to a table by the window?"

"No need, friend, no need." Artie laughed heartily and held up his briefcase. "I was wondering if I might interest you in today's latest and finest innovation in building facades?"

They were on an island.

With historical stone buildings.

Wadsworth was somewhat taken aback.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Siding, man, siding! And only the best quality, dual-coated aluminum siding! Dent resistant and never requires painting, perfect for keeping out unwanted weathery guests!"

Wadsworth looked around for Alfred before asking, "Are you insane?"

Artie looked offended. "No need to get rude, sir! I'm merely attempting to peddle my wares!"

"Cafe Fina is a fine establishment, not a mobile home."

"I'll have you know that Krebman siding is considered the best of the best in the siding business!"

"Would you like the lunch special?" Wadsworth asked, trying a different tack. "Guaranteed aluminum free."

"A lunch meeting. You are a clever man, aren't you, sir. That would be the perfect opportunity for a demonstration."

"You, as the prospective seller, will of course be springing for the lunch," Wadsworth suggested. "I believe the lobster thermador would be appropriate, sir. If you'll walk this way?"

Artie followed after hesitantly. "That's . . . on sale right? I only make a ten percent commission,"

"It is for sale," Wadsworth said. "But surely with such a fine product, a ten percent commission is ample. Your seat, sir."

"Well, I make a living. . . ." Artie took a seat, putting his briefcase on the table next to him.

Depending on the bill, he might not be leaving until he completes a sale.

Wadsworth would be willing to leave Artie there all day for Walter to deal with.

"I'll just go fetch your meal. And a cocktail would be traditional..."

"Of course," Artie muttered. He began laying out siding and prepared his ballpeen hammer.

Wadsworth tried to find a place to put Artie's cocktail and meal and prepared to beat a hasty retreat.

For some reason the man was armed. Perhaps Wadsworth would go polish a candlestick.

"Have a seat!" Artie was back in cheerful sales mode. "A quick demonstration to strengthen our appetites. What do you suppose, sir, would happen if I were to beat this siding with this hammer?"

"I'm on duty, sir." He eyed the hammer and the piece of siding. "And I would assume that there would be a loud noise. Rather like a gunshot."

"Oh, but there is only me here. Surely you can take a short break?" Artie raised his eyebrows.

"You are aware that I do not have the power to make any purchasing decisions, are you not?"

Artie made a face. "Pewses. Well, you are able to make suggestions to your employer, at least?"

"I am just the ~~butler~~ waiter here, sir." He pulled a lid off a platter to reveal a bowl. "Monkey brain soup, sir?"

"Well, take one of my brochures, just in case. You never know, your employer may well thank you for it."

Artie made a face at the soup. "Monkey's brains? How subversive! How un-American!"

"Thus, the accent, one would suppose, sir," Wadsworth added with a certain ~~possibly trademarked~~ amused sneer.

Artie huffed ~~and puffed and blew the restaurant down~~. "Well, I'm certainly not paying for it. If you Brits have gone so heathen as to eat monkeys brains ~~which while popular in Cantonese cuisine, are not often found in Washington DC~~, then you can have it."

"Then I suggest you tap dance your way out the door ~~onto the porch where I can shoot you.~~

Wadsworth paused and smiled genially. "Sir."

Artie stood, carefully straightening his jacket, shook a finger wordlessly at Wadsworth for a moment, then stalked out.

But not before leaving a copy of his brochure on every table.

Wadsworth took the turkey and lentil soup back to the kitchen to have for his lunch.

Gullible man.

He left the brochures for Walter to deal with (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/924794.html?thread=36412282#t36412282).

Walter, on the other hand, was once again ruing the day...

Ruing, I tell you.

During the course of his evening ruing, Walter realized that there were aluminum siding brochures on every table.

He collected them and put them in the recycling where they belonged.

Pingity ping

Yes, but was he rueing it hard?

Perhaps.

Although he would be the last to admit it.

And me without my dual wands...

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