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Luke's Diner, March 9

Yitzhak? Was an evil bastard. He was even more of one today upon discovering that men all over the island had turned into actual biological women yesterday and he had somehow been passed over for the whole miraculous phenomenon. That, as far as he was concerned, was a gross injustice.

So of course, like he did, he was taking it out on everyone else. He figured everyone was probably sick of the rain today, so what better way to needle them than to remind them of it? Especially since his diner was conveniently high and dry?

Today's specials: Soup. Lots and lots of soup.

Who'll Stop the Rain - Chicken Noodle
Have You Ever Seen the Rain - Cream of Tomato
Rainy Days and Mondays - Tomato Basil
I Wish It Would Rain - Corn Chowder
A Little Fall of Rain - Clam Chowder
And On a Rainy Night - Chicken Tortilla
Laughter In the Rain - French Onion
Crying In the Rain - Baked Potato
Candy Rain - Peppermint
Here Comes the Rain Again - Minestrone
Blame It on the Rain - Vegetable Beef
I'm Only Happy When It Rains - Split Pea
London Rain - Cock-a-Leekie
I Never Liked the Rain (Til I Walked Through it With You) - Navy Bean and Ham
It Can't Rain All the Time - Cream of Mushroom
Purple Rain - Grape
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Bouillabaisse
Rainy Night in Georgia - Peach Cobbler, actually . . . but a soupy one.
MacArthur Park - Damp Cake

So what if most of them were Campbell's, and came out of a can? It wasn't like Yitzhak was going to let on, although the cook was so disgusted with him for it that it looked like there was going to have to be a repeat of the Fleetwood Mac theme day just to get the maximum effect out of the hateful looks.

Luke's is open, and very, very soupy.

[OOC: Thanks to

demonbelthazor,

futurevisions, and

untouchableskin for helping me pick out rain-themed songs, because holy crap are there fifty million of them -- and for helping me come up with enough soups for all of them. *g*]

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For a more pleasant dining experience.

Figuratively speaking.

That's about to get soooooo figurative.

Silent Bob opened the door to the diner and held it open for his damp companion with a slight bow.

VERY figurative.

Mazikeen strode in, pleased by gesture, and brushed some of the water off her mask.

Yitzhak looked up from the toothpick ark he was constructing behind the counter (it was so going to get covered in glitter later). Ah, his long-lost American twin! And his masked partner in placidity!

For this, he could spare a smile. Granted, it was a blink-and-you-might-miss-it smile, but let it be stated for the record that facial muscles definitely twitched.

Bob lifted one hand in salute to him, his other on the small of Mazikeen's back. Gentlemanly manner, of course.

Looking back slightly at Bob's hand, Mazikeen pursed her lips. She wouldn't have minded an ungentlemanly manner to be honest. She nodded her head in greeting to Yitzhak.

Bob nodded towards a suitable table, tilting his head at her to ask for her approval.

Nodding back, Mazikeen headed for the table, waiting for Bob to take his seat first. She was, after all, knowledgeable about polite behavior.

And polite behaviour for a pop culture, chick-flick-watching kind of guy like Bob was to hold her chair for her with a smile and a completely subtle look down her cleavage.

Okay, that last part was just bob.

She wouldn't have worn the top she had on if she hadn't wanted that kind of reaction.

She took her seat, a small gracing her features at his oh so subtle gesture. An eyebrow quirked as if to ask who he thought he was fooling.

Yitzhak was watching this entire exchange with amusement. Being quite fluent in body language himself, of course, it was all perfectly clear. He was mentally debating popcorn. Or a camera.

One of those giant foam fingers might be fun, too.

He waved off the ~~NPC~~ servers with a gesture that he wished he had a giant foam finger for and waited with his notepad, like a surly Jewish tiger ready to pounce its prey.

Bob managed to look suitably sheepish, with a wave of his hand to indicate that the outfit certainly merited the look. He looked at Yitzhak with a lift of the eyebrow for suggestions.

Yitzhak shrugged and gave an elaborate little wiggle of his fingers that said that he'd avoid the peppermint and grape soups at all costs, but the minestrone was actually pretty decent.

A slightly confused look on Mazikeen's face asked why they would make soup out of grapes, not to mention peppermint.

Yitzhak's eyeroll would have been eloquent even to anyone not fluent in Silent, but they would have missed out on the subtle nuances of the expression, namely that he couldn't be held responsible for the fact that the kitchen staff came up with some truly insane ideas when they got into his personal crack stash.

Silent Bob snickered - silently - and wondered if handing out a business card would be bad date etiquette. His eyebrow and half-shrug indicated that this was, after all, Fandom and grape soup wasn't really high on the odd scale.

As it happened, Yitzhak would have welcomed a business card. He shuffled his feet and tapped his heels as if to say "That's nothing. You should have seen the mess after the idiot back there tried to make a shoe-polish and scrap-metal casserole."

[OOC: Fleeing for home now -- back in about an hour and a half, two hours?]

Mazikeen made a face to ask if it was even edible. She had a strong stomach but that seemed to be a bit much.

[[ooc: no problem!]]

Bob would leave a card on the way out then.

He shook his head, his expression much the same as Mazi's. Well, twice as much because his had two sides to it.

Yitzhak shuddered and shook his head violently. Although he had strongly entertained notions of "terminating," shall we say, a few of his more fractious kitchen staff that way, he'd decided that it might be a good idea to make sure no one from the Board of Health decided to shut the place down.

He'd totally kept the recipe just in case Hedwig ever came to town, though.

Mazikeen nodded her head, letting Yitzhak know that whatever he felt was the best soup would be fine for her. She looked to Bob, waiting for him to choose. Hopefully it wouldn't be peppermint.

The few flicks of his fingers that followed would mean absolutely nothing to anyone but the two people he was addressing. Ordering French onion soup without speaking was a gift.

A gift that Yitzhak took a moment to admire before heading toward the kitchen with their order. Bob's vocabulary had more sophistication than his did.

When Yitzhak left, Mazikeen smirked at Bob, clearly asking if yesterday was as excited for him as it had been for most men on the island.

. . . I really want cock-a-leekie soup now.

Considering the "Cream of . . ." soup I suggested. . . .

THAT ONE IS A SPECIAL ORDER FOR VERY SPECIFIC PEOPLE KTHX.

*waggle*

And a wave hit the boat
And they all died like rats
And they lay their and their lungs filled with waTERRRR!
And back on the shore
Their wives had no insurance
So their children
Turned to drugs and prostituTION!!!!!

*giggles* That one is totally

demonbelthazor's fault!

It's not a party without the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

You should totally have had MacArthur Park - Damp Cake

Duuuuuuuuuuude. *adds*

Yay!

Nadia: *comes in for birthday desert. Only not. Because her stupid canon has her not wanting to celebrate her birthday, ever.*

. . .

Of course, that's in the same ep where she goes speeding through a warehouse door in a red mustang, swings sideways to lean out the window and drop three bad guys with one shot a piece in order to rescue Jack Bristow. . . .

So I really can't curse it too much, because DAY-um, that's hardcore.

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