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Luke's Diner, Saturday

Fish was hanging out again. Thus, all of today's specials were vegetarian. And dude? No sushi.

Luke's is open.

Or Fish. Fish might not say much, though.

And mod your service.

Falling out, etc.

Sokka strolled in and started looking at Fish with his mouth watering. "Dude?" he asked, pointing at the fish. "Please tell me that's not a pet."

"Totally not a pet, bro. Fish is more like family."

Fish burbled happily.

Sokka's face fell. "So what do you got around here that is edible?" he asked.

And he looked more closely at Fish. "Hey, he's sorta cute!"

"Veggie burger?" Jude suggested. Fish blinked at him in a mellow sort of way. Like master, like slightly strange-looking goldfish.

Rikku bounced into the diner to pester her favorite Jude-dude. "Hey!" she grinned. "Fish! Hi, Fish!"

She eyed Jude a little unsurely. "Uh ... are you sure that's safe?"

"Veggie... burger?" Sokka blinked. "Like, more than just lettuce and tomato?"

"He's totally fine," Jude said. "It's fresh water, he's got air, and he's going right back in his bowl when I get home." He grinned and set Fish to the side, leaning over. "Hey."

"Totally tastes exactly like a burger, dude. Just, uh, made of not-meat stuff."

"Hiya," she said, leaning in for a quick kiss. (Quick. He was at work.) "Okay. So long as he's safe and all. Hey, how'd you get him down here without spilling all the water?!"

Jude waved a hand. "Fish and I totally got the skateboarding thing down, bra."

"You boarded down here with him? Dude." Rikku laughed, shaking her head. "Aren't you worried about someone knocking him over? I mean, if things get busy."

"Bra, you're totally tryin' to harsh my mellow here," he said mournfully, flattening a hand over his chest. "Fish'll be cool."

"Okay, okay. I'll trust you. No mellow-harshing." She snagged a seat at the counter. "No kebabs on the specials board today?"

"Roasted veggie kebabs," Jude offered. "With a sweet chili sauce. Very good."

"Veggie kebabs?" Rikku giggled. "Doesn't that kinda miss the whole ... meat-on-a-stick Zen thing?"

"Totally not, bra," Jude said mellowly, lifting one finger in a Zen sort of pose. "The art of kebab can be extended to all forms of ediblities."

"Well, you are the expert," she nodded. "Okay. Hit me. So long as I can get a Jude-shake, I'm good."

She fiddled with the sugar packets for a few seconds, then added, "Say, do you, uh, know of any good charities?"

Jude went to create a culinary, besticked masterpiece with a thoughtful expression. "Yeah, I know a couple. Why?"

"Just ... you know." She shrugged a little awkwardly. "If you, like, had money that you ... didn't want, 'cause it was ... you know. You didn't want it or whatever. Where would you send it?"

"A food bank or something," Jude said thoughtfully. "Or, like, Sick Kids. 'Cause I was there a bunch when I was little for broken bones, and they always need more money."

"Okay, yeah." She nodded. "Do you just ... call them, or ... ?"

Rikku looked down, playing with the sugar packets some more. "It's, uh ... I kinda ... didn't tell you this, uh, did I?"

Jude came over with a milkshake (chocolate caramel Oreo) and leaned on the counter, his mellow expression growing concerned. "Rikku? Bra? What's . . . what's up?"

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