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Café Fina, Monday

Naminé was less nervous on her second day of opening the café than she had been on her first.

So when the pepper shaker asked her to come up with Today's Specials, she asked a few relevant questions and then, with a smile, wrote:

Today Only: We support the fine arts!
Half-price for all artists!
Free dessert for anyone who draws for us!

She certainly hoped that they were right, and Lumiere wouldn't mind. She would hate to get fired so soon.

Café Fina was open.

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Come here if you would like to mod your servers. Ah, the thrill of bossing around kitchenware.

She would be delighted to serve you. And to talk art with you.

When going out for dinner, finding a place that had a discount was always a plus. And look, one of his students! "Good evening," Steve said politely to Naminé.

"Good evening," Naminé smiled, with a light curtsy. "Welcome to Café Fina, unless you've been here before, in which case, welcome back."

It was odd, how being at work made her slightly more confident than her usual. "Do come in and have a seat, Professor. And don't mind the dishes, they're simply enthusiastic about service." She nodded slightly as the pepper-shaker did a jig nearby.

"Actually," Steve said as he limped to a table, "this is my first time." He eyed the pepper-shaker warily. "I hope the food is as good as the service."

"Then welcome. Please don't be alarmed by the kitchenware, although if you have any musical requests, do let me know and they'd be happy to perform for you." Naminé pulled out a menu and handed it to him. "And the food is quite good. They keep trying to feed me when it's slow, and I fear I'm not earning back my pay at all."

"Then you must know what's good here. What would you recommend?" Steve asked her without glancing at the menu.

Naminé thought for a minute. "The first time I came here, I had the boeuf bourguignon, which I'm certain I can't pronounce correctly. Beef strips, onions, carrots, and a burgundy wine sauce of some sort. It was very nice. I've also heard good things about the," she squinted slightly, "chicken and tampenade en papillote, but I'm not certain what tampenade is, which I suppose doesn't say much for me, considering, but I am new here."

"I'll have the boeuf bourguignon, then," Steve decided. "As I'm not sure what tampenade is either."

"I shall have to ask, so I'm not in this position again next week," she laughed. "And do let me know about any requests, as the dishes enjoy singing and will just choose one of their own numbers if you don't select one first."

She raised an eyebrow to suggest that the dishes had interesting taste in music before taking his order back to the kitchen.

As Steve waited for his order, he took out his sketchpad and a pencil and started sketching the salt and pepper shakers, which seemed to be dancing a waltz. Hey, free dessert.

Naminé stepped back to the table. "It should only be a few more minutes, and ... oh! That's very good."

She flushed. "My apologies, I shouldn't be looking over your shoulder."

Steve grinned. "Thank you." Then he frowned at his drawing. "I think the perspective could use a little bit of work..." he shook his head. "I don't mind, really. The looking over my shoulder thing. I'm pretty much used to it. I used to live with a lot of people."

Naminé considered it. "It's difficult, I suppose, since they keep circling around like that. People are so inconsiderate, with the way they insist on moving while you're trying to sketch."

"You have my apologies all the same. And was it nice? Living with a lot of people, I mean. I suppose that would depend largely on the people involved." She shrugged. "There were eight of us in my cabin, but it was rather nice all the same."

Was it nice, living with the Avengers? Steve pondered how to answer that as he turned to another page and started sketching Naminé. "Hold still. It was nice. Between when it was disastrous. And you really don't have to apologize."

Naminé stopped suddenly, folding her arms behind her, trying not to look flustered. "Me? I'm usually ... the observer, not the observed. I daresay I don't make a terribly interesting sketch."

She stood still, at any rate. "I hope the nice bits outnumbered the disastrous bits. When did you study art?"

Steve glanced up at her, then back at his sketch. "No, you're--I wish I had pastels; you have very interesting coloring. I went to art school...a lifetime ago, seems like. I was going to be an illustrator."

Naminé flushed, dipping her head slightly. "I haven't much coloring at all, I'm afraid. Except for the shoes." She held one of her feet out so he could see the blue sandals. "I'm not certain they match but I'm fond of them all the same."

"I believe you would have been a good one. Are you sorry that you weren't? An illustrator, I mean."

"They're very nice shoes," Steve assured her, though he honestly didn't know much about fashion. "No. No," he said with a wistful smile. "Even with how it all turned out, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I was doing something important. I just wish I could have done more." He signed the corner of his sketch of Naminé and tore it out of the book. "Here. It's not much but you could probably get a lot for it where I'm from. The nostalgia market always drives value up after somebody dies."

Naminé shrugged lightly. "I like the daisies, that's all."

"I'm glad you got to do what you needed, then. And I'm sorry about what you told us about last week. Is that how it stopped?"

She took the sketch from him hesitantly. "Thank you. I shan't be selling it, regardless of the going rate. You're ... dead?"

"Yes," Steve said. "I disagreed with what they were doing. Rather strenuously. And no, I'm not dead. Well. I was for about a minute. And they all still think I am. It's complicated."

Naminé laughed slightly to herself. "It seems a great many things on this island are, unfortunately. I'm glad that you're all right. Or as all right as can be expected, all things considered, which doesn't sound very good at all, I'm afraid." She looked up. "Oh, and excuse me for just one moment."

When she returned, there were two dancing dishes with her, setting down food for Steve and humming a jaunty tune.

"Thank you very much," Steve told her. And the dishes. Mmm, dinner.

Naminé left him for a few minutes so that he could eat in peace, if he'd like, only hovering back in order to ask, "Did you need anything else right now? And don't forget to order dessert."

"Dessert is exactly what I need," Steve told her with a grin. ~~"Do you have apple pie?"~~

Naminé laughed. "Right, then I'm right on time. Well. There are tortes and cakes and pies a la mode and the white raspberry cheesecake is especially nice. Here, the dessert menu."

~~For you, Cap? You bet we do!~~

"I'll have the cheesecake, since it comes so highly recommended," Steve decided. "Hmm. Do you know 'Yankee Doodle Dandy?'" he asked of the tableware.

"Right away. You won't regret it," Naminé beamed.

"But of course!" said the dishes. "Eet es a classique!"

The singing had a very strong French accent to it ~~because the A is for France~~, but it was a hearty, rousing rendition nonetheless.

~~The A totally stands for France~~ Steve acknowledged that he was a dork, as he fully enjoyed the dishes' singing. In fact, he hummed along, as he didn't wish to subject the restaurant to his singing.

And voila, there was cheesecake. "I particularly hope you enjoy it since it was my recommendation," Naminé smiled. "And I don't think I'm familiar with this tune, but it's very catchy."

Steve blinked up at Naminé. "You're not from around here at all, are you?"

Naminé blushed, shaking her head quickly. "I'm not really from anywhere. But no. I portaled here because ... because I needed to be somewhere else, and this seemed like as good a place as any. And I'm discovering it's better than most, really."

"The song is called 'Yankee Doodle,'" Steve explained. "It's from this country's war for independence over two hundred years ago. And this cheesecake," he added around a mouthful of same, "is fantastic." After he swallowed he told Naminé, "I'm glad you're happy here. It's definitely better than a lot of places, believe me. And I've been all over."

"It is, isn't it?" Naminé laughed. "They keep feeding it to me, no matter how I try to say no. I suppose I'm not very insistent after all."

She nodded slowly. "So this country, it's a good place? Or you mean this island? I've noticed a great deal of ... I suppose, acceptance here, of what might be unusual elsewhere. The people here seem to protect their own. There are a great many heroes."

"This country...yes, for all its flaws--and I'm not going to lie to you, it has its flaws--it's a good place. It was founded on good ideas, and I believe those hold true. I have to. And there are," he added wryly, "a lot of heroes. This island is. Yes, what you said. Much more so even than the rest of the country."

"Everywhere has flaws," Naminé said softly. "I wouldn't expect a utopia. And if it stays to its ideas, then it's doing better than most places by a far sight."

She shook her head, musing. "And this island ... has shown me every consideration. I found a knight on my first day, who after five minutes' acquaintance stepped forward face off danger in my stead. Because he's a hero, and that's what heroes do."

"It's not all they do," Steve said. A hero is someone who gets other people killed. Where had he heard that? He forced cheer into his voice as he told Naminé, "Believe me, heroing's not all it's cracked up to be. This cheesecake, on the other hand, is."

"I didn't ..." Naminé looked away for a minute. "I didn't mean heroing as some sort of profession, I suppose. Just ... there are people who are heroes because it's what they do. They'd never suggest 'it's not my problem' because if someone out there is hurt, or in danger, then it is their problem, and they'll do what needs to be done."

She had a small smile on her face. "And you're welcome to another slice of the cheesecake, if you'd like."

Sadly, Naminé doesn't really have laser eyes. That doesn't make this icon any less fun.

Mun: *Draws arts for Nami; gets cheap food yes?*

Mun has already drawn for Nami, and thus can eat free ALLA TIME WHEEEEEE

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