Luke's Diner - Sunday Brunch

[burger-boy-luke.livejournal.com]

Luke is cooking, but he's grumbling a lot more than usual. Astute listeners might pick up words such as "trolls", "baby", "unsafe", and "place makes Stars Hollow look normal."

One might surmise that Luke is rather displeased by the fact that his wife and infant son were kidnapped by trolls the previous weekend. It was probably best not to attempt to discuss this with him.



[ooc: no ocd and little to no Luke interaction]

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[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Considering the first and only time she's been in the diner, she was five years old, Mac is fairly confident that Luke won't actually recognise her. Or, she hopes that, that's the case, anyway.

She happily heads up to the counter to see if she can pick out something vegan from the bruch selection for the day.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Yay! Brunch! Rosette and Chrono were, of course, there, because brunch was the best part of Sunday. Even though her arm had, for the most part, healed up (she knew not because she'd gone to the clinic but because she'd been using it all the time when Chrono wasn't looking), she still wore her sling. She'd gotten to like the glittery accessory quite a lot.

[fh_extras]

The little gingerbread man scurried in after nearly getting squashed by someone's shoe. He ran in at a point when the door was open and hid under a table, deciding that the fleshy people's feet were dangerous and bad.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette blinked, doughnut halfway to her mouth, and then bent over to look with an an upside-down head under the table to confirm if she saw what she thought she just saw scurry under there.

[fh_extras]

The gingerbread man waved at her, and looked at her feet to make sure she was far enough away to not step on him. He'd developed an issue.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette's big, clinky shit-kickers probably wouldn't help the issue very much at all.

She blinked at the little guy and waved back. What the hell...?

[fh_extras]

He pointed at her shoes and shook his head.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette followed his point, and frowned. "What's wrong with my boots?" she asked him, a bit testily. This little gingerbread guy had better not be insulting her sense of fashion. She had a dress code! Her creativity was limited.

[fh_extras]

The gingerbread man, still under the table, mimed holding his hands up as if trying to keep a giant foot from squishing him.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette blinked, and looked up at the underside of the table, expecting to find something threatening the little gingerbread man. She was quite confused when she saw nothing.

[fh_extras]

He pointed emphatically at her shoes again.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Slowly, Rosette tried to fathom out a possible meaning.

"You...you're being attacked by shoes?"

[fh_extras]

He nodded emphatically. Yes! Shoes bad!

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

That's when the nun seemed to have been struck with a malicious streak. She grinned.

"Shoes like these?" she asked, pointed her toe as she put her boot under the table near the little gingerbread guy.

[fh_extras]

He mouthed "EEP!" and hid farther under the table. She was obviously a mean fleshy person.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette may have cackled a bit at the reaction, but, since she wasn't really a mean fleshy person, she just liked to pretend to be one, she grinned and knelt down beside the table to get closer to an evil level with the little guy.

"Heh, sorry about that."

[fh_extras]

He eyed her warily, staying right where he was.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Aw, hey, don't be like that. I won't hurt ya, I promise. Despite the fact that you do look quite delicious, mwa ha ha."

[fh_extras]

The gingerbread man decided to make a break for it, dashing past her on his little legs to flee for the door.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Rosette turned and shouted back at the little gingerbread man as he dashed away. She entertained the thought of chasing after him, but she was from a time before fast food, and therefore, it held no appeal to her.