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Luke's Diner, Thursday

Welcome, everyone, to Non-Emo Thursday at Luke's! Now in its second week of being more or less emo-free! And in celebration, today's menu was a little . . . themed.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Beaver Tails
Poutine
Fries smothered in gravy and cheese curds
Newfoundland-style Fries
Fries smothered in gravy and stuffing
Eggs and Peameal Bacon
Clam Chowder

Well, okay, maybe it was a slightly emo Thursday. Stupid Alfredsson. Stupid Spezza. He'd done better on the Brampton Battalion than on the Sens. But the good thing about being a Leafs fan was that Jude was well used to disappointment. And there was, of course, always next year. He was sure the boys in blue would win the drink next year. Next year.

[[Open! Up a bit late due to stupid workings.]]

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He is here. And mumbling something about the instigator rule.

After the topic came up last night during the wedding shower, Setsuna thought she might as well check into Luke's and see if Jude was working to catch up with him a little. Which, wouldn't you know, he was.

She took a seat at the counter. "Hi, Jude."

"Hey, 'Suna-bra!"

"Hey." Setsuna smiled and took an idle glance toward the special's board before asking, "Any cool shake flavours today? Or just the basic stuff?"

"Bra, you know that nothing's basic when I'm doin' my thing." Jude wiggled his fingers.

"You've got me there," Setsuna admitted with a grin and a slight snort of a laugh. "Just get me a non-basic vanilla, then, okay?"

"Non-basic vanilla?" he asked, reaching for the milkshake cup. "Does that mean I can get creative?"

An agreement to such liberty could end up dangerously. "Moderately creative," Setsuna answered after some thought.

Jude gravely accepted this task and set to scooping. "So what's up?"

"Not much," Setsuna shrugged slightly. "Just thought I'd stop in and say hi. See what you've been up to." Certainly not because it was brought up by Rikku last night, nope, hum hum.

"I'm makin' milkshakes," he grinned over at her, the machine starting to whir.

"All you've been doing," Setsuna said with a skeptical tone, "since the last time we've talked is make milkshakes?"

He nodded seriously. "I think I've found my calling."

"Abandoning the sticks so ready, are we?"

"I'm working on a way to reconcile my two loves. But milkshakes on a stick need some work."

"Well, should you ever figure it out," Setsuna said, "I expect to be one of the firsts to know."

"Totally!" Jude grinned over at her, doing . . . something to her milkshake. "You shoulda been here the other day, bra, I figured out my poutine on a stick recipe!"

"Poutine?" Setsuna asked, but then recalled seeing it on the specials board and took another look. "Huh. I'd imagine that would take some...balance?" She was trying to decide if the description sounded gross, tasty, or other at the moment.

Other. Let's go for other.

"It was all in the proper application of the cheese." Jude turned, presenting her milkshake. "Voila!"

It was vanilla, with a last-minute swirl of cherry and chocolate to break it up.

"Before I drink this," Setsuna said, pointedly as she prepped her straw, readying it to consume the milkshake, "I must ask. You haven't happened to have had any associations with any suspect ninjas, mercenaries, or spies that might have reason to hire you into slipping something untoward into this, have you?"

"Nope!" Jude informed her cheerfully. "'Sides, bra, I can't be bought when it comes to you."

Setsuna ducked her head as if to hide the smile and the blush. "Well, that's good," she said, finally, when she was able to quell it enough to take a sip.

Jude chuckled, trying not to look too eager to see how she liked it.

Setsuna, of course, took her time sipping more of the milkshake, delaying and hiding her opinion rather well as she seemed to thoughtfully judge it.

"You know," she said, finally, "this is actually really amazing, Jude, and I'm ashamed of myself for ever even flirting with the idea that it might be otherwise." She gave him an appriciative, approving grin.

Jude grinned immediately and broadly, looking suddenly a few years younger. "Awesome!"

"Things going well with Rikku?" Setsuna asked as she sipped, although she knew the answer already. Unless Jude's answer differed from Rikku's on the matter, in which case...well, it shouldn't. Dammit.

Jude blushed and almost dropped the milkshake cup that he was rinsing out. "Really awesome."

"Good," Setsuna couldn't help grinning a little at Jude's reaction. "I'm glad. I talked to her a little at the wedding shower for Deadpool and Yondaime-sensei."

"Oh yeah, I was gonna go to that but I'm kinda really scared of Deadpool," Jude chuckled.

"I...can kind of see that," Setsuna admitted with a smirk. "Rikku and I were talking about plotting another attack on him like we did toward the beginning of last semester. If you want me to throw in a little extra for your sake, I'd be more than willing."

"Please?" Jude chuckled. "Dude, it was like three days without food."

"...Wait, what?"

Jude blinked. ". . . I didn't tell you about the whole kidnapping thing?"

Setsuna stared.

"No!" And then she flailed. "He kidnapped you?"

"Yeah. It was - okay, remember when Lana and Pheebs were all not-themselves? Something about witches?"

"Vaguel--" Setsuna started to say, but stopped herself mid-word, mouth still open. "Actually," she shifted gears, "I do recall that, yes."

And she was recalling it with a blush because that was when Teddy kissed her and nearly paralyzed her with dread and memories of their supposed future child.

"Yeah, well, Lana gave me some "confidence" and I, uh, kinda turned into a jerk. With Rikku. All . . ." He made grabby hands.

Setsuna's palm promptly met her face. "And, lemme guess, so Deadpool kidnapped you in his oh-so-unique, but insane method of trying to 'protect' his minion?"

"Yeah. He tied me up for like three days until I snapped out of it."

And sit, to discuss last night's disappointment.

*collapses*

Ah, "next year," the battle cry of the Leafs fan.

*ducks* (But not Ducks, ew)

Forty years isn't that long to go without a Cup! *cries in the corner*

Dude, you got pwned by EMILIO ESTEVEZ.

THE DUCKS ARE NO LONGER MIGHTY, THEY ARE SIMPLY DUCKS.

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