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Luke's Diner; Sunday [ 03/30 ]

A.J. was thinking that there was a decent chance that, hey, maybe kids wouldn't really want to bother with a diner. Hopefully. But he was psyching himself up to make lots and lots of little milkshakes just in case, and even made an actual special today instead of just drawing something obscure and abstract: PB&J with the crusts cut off and a glass of chocolate milk. He could even make that one himself!

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Annette came running in as fast as her little legs would carry her. She was giggling and licking blue frosting off her lips.

"Hihihi!" she was there at the counter and was desperately trying to climb up on one of the stools. "I can't reach it! A.J.! I can't reach!"

Oh, dear Lord, what had Annette been into? A.J. was going to start feeling bad about wanting to give any of the kids who came in free milkshakes, because most of them, it was seeming, had had more than enough sweets already.

He was starting to formulate a theory that a very nefarious dentist might be behind all this.

"...Want some help, hun?" he asked, trying hard not to smirk at Annette's attempts.

"Kay, cause it's bigger than me, A.J., and can I have some milkshake with fluffy stuff and chocolate syrup on it?"

"The fluffy stuff?" A.J. asked, after hopping over the counter and picking Annette up so that he could settle her down on the stool. "You mean whipped cream?"

"Uh-huh," she said, settling herself on the stool proper like when he helped her. "Lots and lots, kay? I forgot to have whippedted cream at my sleepover last night but Ooooh! you should see my room!" She giggled and scrunched up her shoulders. "It's pink and purple everywhere!"

"Oh, I'm sure your room looks just completely awesome after that fun party you had last night," A.J. said, glad for the fact that he could hop back over the counter and turn away a second to get the milkshake stuff so that he didn't his wide-eyed expression. Oh, man, if Annette went back to normal anytime soon...Ohhhh, maaaaaaan. "Did lots and lots of people show up?"

She nodded and let her tongue hang out, trying to get more of that blue frosting. "Romeo and Ino and Michael and Billy and Naomi and Brooke and Liir and guess what? I painted Liir's toes green! There was a tent too and they wrote their names on my wall and stuff!" She bounced on her stool and tried to spin it.

"...They wrote on your wall?" A.J. asked, eyes widening a little more. Oh, Annette was really, really in a treat when she came back around to her normal self, wasn't she? A.J. bit his lip and tried to focus on getting the milkshake ready to keep from grinning too much.

"Yeah but I made a rule," she shook her finger, "no spilled soda anywhere." Her room was a disaster omigod. "Do you like my make-up? Look at my eyes, A.J.," she said and closed her eyes so he could see she had one purple eyelid and one blue eyelid. "Did you see? Pretty huh?"

A.J. bit his lower lip. He was actually pretty impressed with his ability to keep a straight face through all of this. "Beautiful, Annette! Very pretty! And not even pink! You're diversifying your look, that's very good!"

She beamed and folded her arms across the counter. "I've not had lunch. No bologna or anything. That's why I'm here so I can have a milkshake!" She's been eating though, oh yes. She bounced again, twice on the stool and looked around. "I'm staying up late tonight," she whispered with a giggle behind her hand.

"Do you want some lunch?" A.J. asked and then, a second later, considering what sort of breakfast he imagined Annette had had, decided to be a little more firm on the lunch issue. "You should let me make you lunch, Annette. I have bologna. Or, I could make peanut butter and jelly too, if you like. We have lots of stuff here at the diner, lots of good food. And how late? Sleep is important, you know, for a growing girl like yourself."

She tilted her head, pressing her cheek to her shoulder while she considered the possibility of lunch. "Okay maybe a half of peanut butter and jelly but it has to be strawberry, kay? And no seeds cause they stick in my teeth." Annette smiled and sashayed back and forth on her seat. "Late as I wanna!"

"Crusts or no crusts?" A.J. asked after a moment at looking at Annette and thinking that he shouldn't be so surprised that even as a four-year-old, she might have rather specific tastes in things. "And are we talking, like, maybe....nine o'clock?"

"No crusts, please," she said politely. "...and I dunno. Is nine o'clock late?"

A.J. shrugged, moving around the counter so he could start getting Annette's lunch ready for her. "Not really," he admitted. "Maybe ten o'clock, then? That's a little bit later."

Not really meant for babies. "I'm staying up until like..." what is that word her daddy has said before? "Oooh! Midnight! Cause stars are out real good and I can look out my window!"

"All the way to midnight, huh?" A.J. asked, with a playful, skeptical lift of his eyebrow. "Think you can go all the way 'til midnight?"

Annette lifted her brows and totally gave him a look. "That's just for starters. I can stay up until the rooster crows if I wanna."

"Oh, well, excuse me," A.J. playfully scoffed, feigning offense, as he went and placed Annette's lunch in front of him. "You'll be up probably longer than even me, I'll bet."

She grabbed her sandwich as soon as he set the plate down and she took a decent sized bite. "Uh-huh, cause I'm big and watch those late night shows while I eat popcorn and drink wine." She was totally just saying what she saw her mom do all the time.

Which was all well and good up until...

"...Wine?"

Well, he knew sometimes drinking problems started early, and Annette did have a history of that...

"Okay," she giggled. "My mommy does that. But I can have popcorn even though I was sneaking when I saw her. I get in trouble being up so late."

"No one to get you in trouble here," A.J. pointed out with a nod, although he was still banking on Annette totally crashing no later than ten, despite her ambitions.

She would totally crash before ten, no doubt.

Accidentally getting jelly and peanut butter across her cheek, Annette declared, "This is the best sandwich ever." Then she smeared it by wiping the back of her hand across her mouth before she drank some of her shake.

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