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Café Fina, Tuesday

Naminé was rather enjoying her fall term at Fandom. She had art class again, and that inspired her to re-use one of her older specials.

HELP US MAKE FINA BEAUTIFUL
Bring us art for our wall décor
And we will give you free dessert

After all, one could never have too much art.

Café Fina was open.

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She is here for your art. Isn't that keen of her?

Leo had framed pictures of Dinos eating brownies, and ghost children playing on playground equipment.

Naminé beamed. "These are wonderful! Did you take these yourself? Are you sure that we can have them? I would hate to take these away from you."

"Yeah I took those photos with one of the cameras at the shop. Oh I've got other copies back home." he assured her.

"Then you have my thanks," she smiled, dropping him a curtsy. "And I believe you have free dessert. Do come this way?"

"Thanks Man." he smiled. "I'm glad you liked 'em." And those photos reminded him, he needed to go hang out at the playground again.

"I love them." Naminé laughed. "They'll go perfectly right over there, on the wall near the entrance. And for your dessert, I highly recommend the white chocolate raspberry cheesecake, but surely you'd like some dinner first?"

"Wow that sounds really good. But yeah, dinner'd be good."

"Luckily, that is indeed what we serve here," she smiled, handing him a menu.

Leo chuckled, and saw that they had meatloaf and mashed potatoes. "Hey how's this?" he pointed.

"Sounds quite nice indeed," she said. "I shall put that right in. And for your musical entertainment?"

"90's easy listening?"

Naminé bobbed her head and took the request to the staff.

One of the plates was insisting on Celine Dion's epic song about a boat that sunk, and digging her heels in, until the cheese-grater decided that they needed to do a Rick Astley song instead.

"Internet meme," explained the pepper-shaker, rolling his eyes. Naminé didn't follow, but preferred the upbeat tune to the boat-sinking heart-ripper.

The upbeat song was more conducive to enjoying supper.

As part of her ongoing explorations of Fandom, Cassandra had been wandering into random businesses. Sometimes you could tell what they were from outside based on the sorts of things in the windows, but most of the time she found herself surprised.

She poked her head into Cafe Fina and looked around curiously.

"Welcome to Café Fina," Naminé said with a light curtsy. "Have you been here before?"

Cassandra shook her head, looking around with more than a hint of confusion.

"My name is Naminé, and I'm the maître d', although I don't pronounce that the way Lumiere does." She gestured to the rest of the restaurant. "The plates over there perform musical numbers, for our guests, and usually the cheese-grater conducts, although sometimes he lets the pepper-shaker take lead."

"That's weird," Cassandra offered a bit suspiciously. It seems like the sort of thing the Joker would come up with, really.

Naminé leaned in slightly and lowered her voice. "Those aren't costumes," she said. "They've been cursed. They're very nice, it's nothing to be concerned about. Lumiere returned to France to assist in its removal."

"Oh," Cassandra stared some more. "They move... different." From people, that was.

"I imagine it isn't easy for them," Naminé said. "Lumiere had candlesticks for hands. Rather an unfortunate enchantment."

"But they're good guys?" Yeah... Cassandra was serious.

Naminé smiled a little, almost relieved by the question. "Very," she said with a definite nod. "They're chefs and waiters entertainers who like nothing more than to sing and feed people who come in to the café. They aren't plotting something awful, I promise you. Except they're possibly trying to fatten me up, the way they feed me slices of cheesecake when it's slow."

"Cheesecake?" Cassandra hadn't had that before, but Namine's body language suggested that it was quite tasty.

"Wonderful dessert," Naminé said, nodding with a bright smile. "And nobody does dessert like Fina. And of course, if you make us some art, you can have it for free. I don't suppose you're feeling at all creative?"

"Um..." Cassandra considered. "I can't draw very good." Dance she could do, but you can't hang dance on the wall.

"I can't draw terribly well myself," Naminé said cheerfully. "We're not fussy on quality. Really. Create some art, we'll call it good enough."

Cassandra considered. She didn't have any money, and cheesecake did sound intriguing. "Do it together?" she offered.

Steve ducked into Cafe Fina to tell Namine, "I'm afraid all my recent art is war drawings. I don't think you'd want it on your walls." Also, he thought it all sucked.

"War drawings?" Naminé asked, looking at him with interest. "So you're drawing about it, then? The chaos that's going on in your world."

"Not the recent chaos," Steve told her. "An old war. The last one I was in."

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said softly. "That you were in a war, I mean. Do the drawings help at all?"

"Don't be," Steve told her. "I volunteered. It's still the best thing I've ever done. I'm just sorry I missed the close, is all." Watching old newsreels about the victory celebrations in Paris wasn't quite the same. "And I'm hoping they will." He smiled. "I'm taking your advice."

"That, I'm rather glad to hear," she said with a bright smile. "Expressing yourself through art is never the wrong idea, I think. And I shouldn't be surprised that you volunteered. It's the hero type again. You can't sit by and watch others if there's world-saving to be done."

Steve laughed. "No," he admitted, half to himself. "No, I really can't. Even if there's only a longshot."

She laughed. "This town seems full of them. It makes it a rather nice place to live, I must say. And I think that, as you're teaching students how to make art, you're indirectly contributing to the beautification of this town, if not Fina itself, and in that case I rather think dessert should be on the house. Unless you object, of course."

"No, no," Steve said, "when I work for my supper I actually work, fair and square. Tell you what, I'll come back soon with something for the walls. Then you can give me dessert."

"All right, then," she said with a nod. "Although I should say, I'd be willing to reverse the order of those. I happen to know you're good for it. It isn't like you'll be far."

"That's true, but no, thank you, Namine. Some other day, when I have art," Steve said with a grin.

Naminé curtsied. "I shall hold you to that. Another time, then."

I almost forgot OCD. Luckily, I was able to post this before the launch sequence had completed. World ending: avoided. For now.

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