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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

Feeling much better than yesterday, Mary sat down at the front desk for her shift and started perusing the calendar, trying to decide when was the best date for the restaurant's grand opening. Instead, she noticed that next Monday was her birthday. Her thirtieth birthday, to be precise. She could either pretend it wasn't happening, or she could throw one huge party to jump start her event-planning business. So she started making phone calls for for for the big Age Is Just A Number party. Lots of phone calls.

"Gunther? Remember that time Sam's whale had that wedding reception for his daughter and a truckload of lobster got stolen? Do you think you can get that many lobsters again? Maybe we should order a crate of champagne too. Yes, I said champagne. No, just because I stopped drinking doesn't mean that other people won't drink it, but you'd better order some sparkling juice too."

In all of the frenzy, one of Gunther's assistants did remember to pull out the tables and chairs as well as the sign from yesterday. After all, there was still plenty of apple strudel left.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Free Apfelstrudel today.

[OOC: If you didn't get a phone call, consider yourself invited anyway! I'm around for a while and then at work until late evening so mod Gunther or wait for SP.]

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Just don't expect Gunther to talk to you. He's busy trying to find a lot of lobster.

Stan showed up, rather dapper in a nice sportcoat and polo. It's nice not to wear a tie once in a while.

She might need a distraction from this birthday business.

Stan wandered over to Mary, hoping to catch her attention.

Fortunately, the timing was just right as Mary had just finished placing an order for 500 fresh Maine lobsters.

"Hi!" she said. "Did you get my message?"

"I certainly did. Unless you meant to call someone else, in which case I apologize for crashing," he said with a hint of a smirk.

"I was a little wary of using the phones again," teased Mary. "You are coming to the party on Monday, right?" she asked, looking just a bit worried.

"Of course! I'd be there with bells on, but that would just look silly."

"Good! It's going to be awesome," said Mary. "I want to throw a party the likes of which Fandom has never seen before. Did you try the strudel today?" she asked, switching gears.

"I did. Very nice. Gunther?" He waved at the food and at the general area of the kitchen.

"It's one of his specialties," explained Mary. "When Gunther does something right, it can be really good."

"I can certainly agree with that," he said, nodding. "I fear I'll put on weight if I hang around you more," he teased.

"It's Gunther you have to worry about, not me," said Mary with a grin. "Unless you count chocolate chip cookies, I really don't cook much."

"On that note, I may end up fattening you up, if I cook for you. I'm not exactly heart healthy all the time. Real bacon, real butter, real sugar. All the tasty things." He smiled.

Mary raised an eyebrow. "Really? Just what did they teach you in medical school?" she asked.

"Nothing about taste. Which is why I've been exercising, taking walks along the beach. Stan cannot live by bread alone. There must be mayo and possibly some bacon or turkey." His face looked toooootally serious.

"Don't forget mustard. You really need to have mustard if you have mayo also," said Mary with a grin.

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"Honey mustard or regular mustard? There is a difference, you know," he teased.

"Definitely honey mustard, unless I've got a cold," said Mary with a smirk.

"Excellent! A woman after my own heart. And it doubles as a great dipper for cheese sticks and onion rings," he nodded sagely ~~as the mun starts getting huuuungry~~

"I wonder if Gunther would make onion rings if I asked really nicely," said Mary.

"They are appealing. And an important member of the fried foods family," he pointed out.

"Sadly, fried foods don't always get you on the Food Network, unless you're Wolfgang Puck," whispered Mary. It just wasn't safe to mention Wolfgang or Emeril or Bobby Flay when Gunther was within earshot.

"And again, not healthy for blood pressure or cholesterol counts. But? Tasty. I have a Fry Daddy, if you want to borrow it. Or sneak over and try it sometime."

"Are you asking me over for dinner?" asked Mary, smiling.

"Only if you could get away without cuckholding your chef," he said, smiling. "I'd love to have you over for dinner."

"I'm sure I could sneak away sometime this weekend. Perhaps Saturday night?" suggested Mary, looking innocent.

"Saturday night would be perfect. I have the weekends off," he said with a smile, "and no appointments until Tuesday. I can even sleep in."

"Sounds like a plan," said Mary. "But I guess I have to remember not to keep the party going too late on Monday night so you don't miss your Tuesday morning appointments."

"Considering that they've phoned it in for this week, and completely missed the last week, I'm sure it won't be a problem. I can set up a tape recorder to just repeat a 'Hmmmm' sound every two minutes and they wouldn't notice," he joked.

"So what happens when you have a patient who really needs to talk?" asked Mary, to her own surprise.

"I talk to them. It happens more often than you think. It's not common for people to skip appointments. Most people, at least." He bit his tongue before asking if she needed to talk.

Mary wasn't ready to talk yet, but she kept hearing Ed's and Danny's voices in her head encouraging her to seek help. Maybe if things got bad... But she's finally been able to sleep at night now that she's settled down in Fandom, and she's managed to stay away from alcohol. Besides, she didn't need help before to deal with what happened to her as a child.

She shook her head as to chase those thoughts from her mind. "So, are we on for Saturday night?"

"We certainly are. I might even cook you breakfast if you come over Sunday. Fishing optional this time," he said.

And totally glossed over the fact that he just offered to make her breakfast the morning after making her dinner. She looked... a bit distant.

If Mary hadn't been so caught up in her own thoughts, she probably would have commented on that.

"I'll see you Saturday, then," she said.

"Excellent!" he said, flashing her a winsome grin. "If you have anything in particular you'd like to bring, you're more than welcome. I'll be bringing the onion rings."

Can't forget this one, right?

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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

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