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Luke's Diner, Tuesday 4 March

Michael came in and opened the diner.

And then there was singing:

Dear customer, it is with deepest pride
and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight.
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a
chair as the diner proudly presents -
your meal!

Be our guest! Be our guest!
Put our service to the test
Put your napkin in your lap
And we'll provide the rest
Soup of the day
Hot hors d'oeuvres
Why, we only live to serve
Try the pancakes, they're great

Don't believe me? Ask the wait -
I don't sing, I don't dance
For God's sake, this isn't France
But a dinner here is never second best
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be our guest
Yeah, our guest
Be our guest!

Beef ragout
Cheese souffle
Pie and pudding "en flambe"

We'll prepare and serve with flair
A culinary cabaret!
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You may be scared
But the meal is all prepared
No one's gloomy or complaining
While the waiter's entertaining
I'm not telling jokes. And no tricks
We don't have any candlesticks

But it's all in perfect taste
That you can bet
Come on and lift your glass
You've won your own free pass
To be our guest

If you're stressed
It's the diner we suggest

Be our guest! Be our guest! Be our guest!
Get your worries off your chest
Let us say for your entree
We've an array; may we suggest:
Try the bread! Try the soup!
The croutons won't loop de loop
It's a treat for any dinner
Don't believe me? Ask the owner
Tasty pork, roasted veal
What a delicious meal!
How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
We'll make you shout "encore!"
And send us out for more
So, be our guest!

Be our guest!

Be our guest!

Michael looked horrified and went in search of something to gag himself with, forgetting to put up the specials.

Luke's was open.

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He may not talk back. Duct tape is involved.

As promised Isabel turned up with Michael's souvenir (http://images.andale.com/f2/108/115/23283340/2007/5/24/DSC_0496.JPG) from Mexico. However the musical morning she'd had so far meant that it was highly unlikely that she'd even attempt to have any sort of serious conversation with Michael.

She set the package down on the counter and waved.

That was good, because there was a strip of duct tape firmly over Michael's mouth. He didn't even care how stupid it looked.

He waved back, gesturing inquiringly at the package.

Isabel wasn't particularly surprised, she remembered Xander's solution (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/5758.html) the last time this happened. "Souvenir," she said, hoping one word answers would keep the insanity at a minimum.

Michael's eyes lit up under the sunglasses and he reached for the present.

"It's quirky," she warned. But it was either that or something tacky. And personally she thought the coyote was cute.

Michael paused, then reached for an order pad and scribbled Nothing wrong with quirky sometimes.

"It was that or a sombrero," Isabel replied. Short, simple sentences. Okay that worked.

Or maybe it didn't.

I'm goin' way down south where the big blue agave grow,
Takin' a weekend trip down to Baja, Mexico!
Where you can drink the water, but don't ya eat the ice,
Take your vitamin "T" with salt 'n lemon slice ...
I say,
One shot...Hey! Mas Tequila-
Two shots...Hey! que veneno-
Three shots...Arriba! Mas Tequila!
Hey! Hey!

And that would be Isabel headdesking against the counter.

Michael silently produced the roll of duct tape from under the counter and offered it to her.

Isabel mimed zipping her lips. She just wasn't going to say anything anymore. Motioning towards the package, she waited for him to open it.

He put the duct tape down, turning his attention back to the package.

It wasn't long before he'd got at the coyote, and only a few seconds longer before Isabel got a thumbs up.

"I'm glad..." she started to say. The musical gods had other ideas.

I'm so glad, I'm so glad. I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.
I'm so glad, I'm so glad. I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad.

Isabel rolled her eyes and sighed. It was going to be on of those days.

Michael grabbed the order pad again.

Izzy, just take the tape. It's the only safe way.

She shrugged and took a piece of tape, placing it over her lips.

It's going to make eating difficult.

It might only be for a day, hopefully. We'll live.

This has happened before. By tomorrow everything should be back to normal. Or at least as close to normal as it ever is here.

Then we don't need to eat. Not where people might hear the singing, anyway.

But where's the fun in that?

She's been here to long.

Fun?!

Okay, it's more fun when it's other people singing.

Exactly.

Radio will be fun tonight.

Hah. It's Reno's night. What're the odds he'll sing?

Not taking that bet. I'll make sure to have popcorn.

You're evil.

Isabel shrugged and grinned. Competely. What are you doing tomorrow?

Pizza place. You?

I was going to head off island for a bit after class. Want to come with me? We'll be back in time for you to get to work.

He considered that.

Yeah, okay. Where're we going?

It's a surprise. Because she doubted he'd go with her if she said shopping.

...am I going to actually enjoy it?

That was mostly a joke.

Of course!

After all, shopping was one of her favorite things to do.

Okay. Yeah, I guess I'll be there, then.

With or without singing.

This is going to be way too much fun.

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