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Café Fina, Friday!

It was your everyday, abnormal Friday at Fina, really. Singing, dancing, and serving, all done by animate inanimate objects.

Jude had Plans. Unfortunately, his Plans required a backer. And in this
case, the backer would have to be the manager of the fanciest restaurant
in town - territory with which Jude had but a passing familiarity. So
rather nervously and with metaphorical cap in hand, Jude entered into
that imposing edifice.

In other words, he had to see a candelabra about a chicken.

Lumiere was in something of a tizzy today, herding forks and spoons
and weasels and pepper shakers this way and that. After the sauerkraut
fiasco last week, he has decided rather suddenly and rather firmly
that there was to be no more slipping up to be done in his cafe.

He was going to achieve this, of course, by stuffing the weasels into
tiny tuxedos so that they looked like they hadn't simply crawled out
of a batcave and instead looked as though they belonged there and were
all functional members of the Fina staff.

That was the easy part. The difficult part would be teaching them all
how to carry several plates at a time to the tables of the guests.

So, naturally, Lumiere was rather thrilled to see someone step into
Fina as he and two forks attempted to fasten on one particularly
squirmy weasel's cummerbund.

"Why, 'allo there! Welcome to Cafe Fina! 'Ow might i be of service today?"

Jude blinked at the chaos he seemed to have been thrust into. "Uh . . .
hi? I, um, kinda have this thing. Tonight. And I want it to be, like,
really special, 'cause it's me and my girlfriend's four-month
anniversary and she's, like, totally awesome and really deserves
something special and . . ." Jude tried to find his point again. "I, um,
need help. Sir."

Lumiere was all over that like a ... cursed candelabra all over a
reservation request.
"Special? Special ees what we do here! Did you 'ave anything
particular in mind?"
Ignore the forks flailing about in the background. Those weasels will
only attack their faces until they get bored, really.

"Well . . . okay, so I had this idea?" Jude started to blush as he
explained it. "We, uh, we went star-gazing this one night on the beach
and we, um, didn't see many stars. Y'know. So I kinda wanted to do
something there. Again. But . . . specialer."

Lumiere thought this over for a moment.
"Specailair? How?"
He couldn't quite imagine stuffing the weasels into little star
costumes, and was rather hoping that the boy had a better idea.

Jude rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at his next request. "I
was thinking . . . like . . . full-on, hardcore fancy dinner with all
the napkins and the three different forks and everything, but, uh, on
the beach." This last part was said in a rush.

Lumiere was just about to point out that he wasn't sure he was willing
to pay ALL of the napkins just for one evening, but the blurted out
'on the beach' part totally negated any and all reservations he had
about making this reservation.
It was romantic.
Lumiere was a sucker for romance.
"My boy," he said, clapping Jude on the back with one extinguished
candlehand, "It would be our pleasure to make your dinner as romantic
as you need- under 'ze stars, soft music, some candlelight," that last
part might have been accompanied by a bit of an eyebrow waggle. "You
name 'eet!"

"Oof." Jude was a little afraid of the candlehands, but he perked right
up. "Really? You mean it?"

"But of course!" Lumiere made a grandiose bow and grinned some more.
"'Zis is what we are for! Pick a spot on 'ze beach and a time, and
we'll provide the rest!"
A fork might have done a little bit of kickdancing in the background.
No particular reason why, really.

Jude beamed. "Awesome! Okay, uh, I was thinking about 7:30ish, and
there's a spot about five minutes from the path towards the woods . . ."
He blushed again thinking about it. "You, uh, can't really see it from
the rest of the beach."

Oh, no, that wasn't a very sly grin that Lumiere was giving Jude. Not
in the least. Honest.
"We'll find 'ze spot and have 'eet set up for you before you even get
there, if you'd like." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, a table
on the beach... or a blanket on 'ze sand?"

Jude blushed even brighter. "Um, maybe a table? Better for eating. But,
um, I'll bring a blanket just in case." More blushing.

Lumiere could live with that. He had a certain affinity for the romantic, after all. He'd see to it that this kid's special dinner was all that and a bag of grey-stuff-flavoured chips.

In the meantime, there was weasel-dressing to be done!

Today's Specials Board reads:
Be Our Guest! Half off on all romantic meals eaten with a partner!

What the specials board didn't mention was that you'd be waited on by the weasels tonight.

(Fina is open! Reservations preplayed with

dude_its_jude. YAY WEASELS!)

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Mod the ~~ferrets~~ weasels!

They like giving discounts to hot dating couples! Honest!

Emma entered Cafe Fina, and sat (http://no-archangel.livejournal.com/539.html) down (http://roadhousequeen.livejournal.com/956.html) to wait (http://montecito-east.livejournal.com/529.html) for Fraser. (http://bluth-illusions.livejournal.com/277.html?thread=209685#t209685)

Gabriel walked into Café Fina, glancing around the room, looking for someone named Emma.

Emma looked up as Gabriel entered. She was hoping it'd be Fraser. Instead it was someone she hadn't seen before. She tilted her head at him.

So this was Emma. At least knowing people's names made this easier. He strode over to her tabel and sat down opposite her. "What's the message?" he asked.

"Excuse me?" Emma stared at the very rude person across from her. "Do I know you?"

Gabriel sighed. "You're Emma. You phoned me. Do you have a message or is this just a way to waste my time?" Not that he had anything important to do.

"I am Emma, yes, but I did not phone you. I don't even know who you are," Emma pointed out, sensibly.

"You phoned me," Gabriel insisted, suspecting this was a trick. "You don't have to know people to phone them. You just need their phone number."

"True. But I still don't know who you are." She sighed. "I suppose I could buy you lunch anyway, since you're here."

"I'm Gabriel," he replied. He wouldn't say no to lunch. "They have good food here?"

"I like it," she nodded. "It's not what you'd expect from a town this size."

And Gabriel didn't mind a free lunch. He picked up the menu and began reading through it, absentmindedly wondering if the human wasn't cold from lack of clothes.

Mary walked in and waved when she spotted Emma.

Emma waved back, a little confused. "Hello, Mary." At least she knew who Mary was. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good. Thank you so much for inviting me to lunch!" said Mary enthusiastically.

"Uh," said Emma, definitely confused now. "You're welcome." She waved a hand towards Gabriel. "This is someone else I've invited."

She'd probably be less confused if she read Mary's mind, but she feared accidentally getting Lumiere's and the waiters' thoughts as well.

"We've already met," said Mary, smiling at Gabriel.

"This place is fascinating," she said to Emma. "I've been meaning to come here for a while. I've heard so much about it."

Emma gave up. She was having lunch, she might as well enjoy it. "The food here is really quite good, much better than you'd expect from such a small town as this."

"That's good to know, since Gunther and I are trying to re-open the restaurant at the hotel," said Mary. "So, what's the special occasion?"

Mary's had one odd call this morning, but she still hasn't realized how haywire the phone lines have been.

[OOC: I might have to go to SP since I'm back to work today.]

"Lunch?" Emma blinked. "I try to have it every day?"

(ooc: That's fine! :) )

"That's a good policy," said Mary.

"So, you must see a lot of interesting characters at the bar, especially the one who owns the place," she added with a smile.

"I certainly do!" Emma nodded. "And more students than I had expected, as I'd forgotten Caritas doesn't card." She gave Mary a wry look. "Not to mention the band which rates very high on the 'interesting' scale."

"Yes, the band. That was certainly a eye-opener for the uninitiated," groaned Mary. "I kept wondering if they were holograms or robots. If I was still working in Las Vegas, I'd be tempted to book them to play at the Montecito."

GOB walked up and saw a table with a few people there. He looked at Emma. "I didn't know this was going to be a double date."

[OOC: Very slow due to work. Just getting him in here.]

Emma looked up. "...Okay, I know I didn't invited you." She paused. "Did I?"

"You 'hope to see me there.' Here. Whatever," GOB said. "And here I am. You look lovely, of course."

Ah. Obviously she must have hit the wrong speed dial button when calling Fraser. Yeah, that made sense.

She sighed and smiled. He was her boss, after all. "Why, thank you. Do join us, we haven't ordered yet."

"Of course," GOB said. It was a day late, sure, but this was a good birthday present. GOB couldn't help but wonder if he'd get an even better present from Emma later on. He wondered about it in detail.

He's preparing for someone's hot date on the beach, but if you want to make reservations as well, then he'll be around for a while yet!

Oh, look, I'm still alive to post to Fina!

Really! Honest! See? Here I am!

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