Luke's Diner, Friday 12/8

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Because Yitzhak thought it would be funny, there's a line of silly little plastic trolls arranged in front of the cash register today.

The only thing? All of them have glam-rock hair. Yes, he actually took the time to do their hair himself.

Yes, he privately named the trolls Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.

Luke's is open, but sadly troll-Ziggy and his band don't sing.

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The Doctor, the one with the loud coat and the louder voice, entered the diner and sat down.

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Behind the counter, Yitzhak snorted quietly. Talk about fashion disasters.

He glanced up at the menu board, then raised both eyebrows questioningly at the Doctor.

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"Something to drink," the Doctor said. "Not alcohol. And... cheese fries."

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Yitzhak gave him a curt nod and put a fresh batch of fries into the deep fryer, noting that he hadn't specified what to drink.

And that coat really was loud. Loud enough, in Yitzhak's opinion, to warrant a little of his trademark passive-aggression.

Ducking into the back, he emerged shortly with a tall glass of carrot juice, which he set in front of the Doctor.

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The Doctor eyed the glass.

"Carrot juice? Carrot juice?" The Doctor stood up in outrage. "Do I look like a rabbit to you?"

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Yitzhak's impassive shrug seemed to indicate that no, of course he didn't.

But as he turned back to the deep fryer, the Doctor might have heard him singing under his breath, "Little Bunny Foo-Foo, hopping through the forest . . ."

No banthabell, sadly. He hadn't known Anakin.

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The Doctor sat back down, harrumphing. "Carrot juice, carrot juice, carrot juice. I am neither a rabbit, nor am I fat!"

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Yitzhak gave him a noncommittal shrug, back still turned as he drained the fries and went through the too boring to detail process of turning them into cheese fries.

"Picking up the field mice . . ."

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"And bopping you on the head, if you continue along this line of mumbling," the Doctor interjected. "Carrot juice indeed."

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Yitzhak set the plate of cheese fries down in front of the Doctor, then glanced down at the glass of carrot juice and back up at him as if to inquire what, exactly, was wrong with carrot juice.

The fleeting corner-of-the-mouth-twitch of a smirk that followed might have implied that it went with his outfit.

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The Doctor began picking at his cheese fries.

"At least you're less talkative than Mel."

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Brief flicker of "I don't care, but if you absolutely have to tell the story I'll pretend to listen" sullenness. Yitzhak busied himself scrubbing at a nonexistent spot on the counter near the Doctor and looked at him expectantly.

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Thankfully for Yitzhak, there was no storytime.

"These fries are excellent," the Doctor said. "At least you get one thing correct."

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Suddenly, Yitzhak was hoping the Doctor decided to order something else.

Just so he could spit in it.

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The Doctor continued eating his fries.

"You're not a talkative fellow at all, are you?"

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Yitzhak facepalmed, then looked directly at him. "No shit."

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The Doctor pushed his fries away from him.

"I believe I have lost my appetite from rudeness."

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Yitzhak snorted and held up a to-go container.

Right next to the cash register.

Subtle hint? Why, of course not.

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"Hmmph!" the Doctor said, heading for the door without paying.

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Yitzhak flipped him off rather flamboyantly as he left.

"Bitch."