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Cafe Fina - Wednesday - 6/18

Liir had felt somewhat out of sorts for days and so he was glad to be back in the kitchen. He could, of course, have gone to the one down the hall from him and made something, but his interest in such had waned somewhat. He was hoping that today's work would freshen him up a little.

Today's Specials
Herbal Salmon Soup
Sriracha-glazed Scallops with Bacon Mango Risotto
Lemon Slices
White Wine Poached Pear Quartet

The Cafe Fina was open.

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Liir-less lunch.

He's here. Except while he's at Galactic Vacationing.

Amber came over on her lunch hour, just because she had told him previously that perhaps, sometime, she would. Today seemed like a perfect day to do that.

"Hi, Liir."

He looked up from his work to give her a bright grin. Amber! Well, that would sort him right out. Or at least, help with it.

Perhaps he'd just been lonely. He hadn't seen Ino on Sunday, after all.

"Amber, hello. Can I get you anything? How've you been?"

She returned his smile with a bright one of her own. "I've been good, thanks. And well," she glanced up a the special's board. "I haven't been here before so I'll let you suggest somethin' to me. But first, tell me how've you been? Our chance get together's are few and far between for my likin', Liir."

"Well, I've been something of a shut in of late," he said, doing his best to make it sound entirely by his choice as opposed to something that had just sort of happened. "I'll have to correct that. And I'll make sure you get something delicious; any favorite foods I could go by, or fruits you like or anything like that?"

"I have to admit, this last weekend I was a bit of a shut-in myself. That volcano scared me and I more or less kept to my room," she commented wryly. "I should know by now how things turn out for us Fandomites, but the lesson is hard learned I'm thinkin'."

Sighing a little, she said, "I do like salmon and I love strawberries."

He grinned.

"I did a salmon soup today, so that," he said, wandering back to serve up a bowl for her, complete with flourishes. A glass of a lightly flavored italian soda was put next to it.

"And give me a minute and I'll see what I can do about strawberries (http://community.livejournal.com/food_porn/4632990.html)."

"Ooh, it looks and smells wonderful, Liir," she replied when he set the bowl down in front of her. Upon her first bite, she loved it immediately.

"I don't need the strawberries yet. Can you eat lunch with me?"

He nodded, holding up a finger before dipping back into the kitchen. It took him a little longer than it really should have before he came back with a bowl of soup for himself.

He generally didn't like fish, but the soup had come out well enough that he was willing to give it a shot. He also brought out a few of the scallops with a scoop of risotto.

"I'm allowed a lunch, though I don't usually take it," he admitted. At least, not since he had no one to share lunch with.

"I'm glad you like it."

"I'm glad you are eatin' with me; not much fun to enjoy a lunch as good as this all by myself." Which Amber usually did eat lunch alone. It was never as fair as what she was eating now, however. Usually she just ate a half of a sandwich or a cookie. Her eating habits left much to be desired. She had a raging metabolism in that she could eat basically anything she wanted and she never gained a pound. It was a curse she often thought.

Amber took a moment to look around. "I might have to come here more often."

He grinned.

"I'm here every Wednesday."

One of the spoons edged around the kitchen door. Liir shooshed it back to the kitchen with a quick instruction not to over-stir the soup.

Then he turned back to Amber.

"You're working today, aren't you?"

"Then this might become a Wednesday habit for me if there are no objections on your part," said Amber, grinning.

She did raise her brows at the shooshing from Liir at... "What was that?"

"One of the kitchen helpers," he said with a shrug.

"And I certainly wouldn't mind a lunch date every Wednesday. It would remind me to take my lunch, especially."

"A kitchen helper. Uh." Yeah, there wasn't much Amber could say to that.

"You'd think with all this wonderful food you cook, you'd remember especially," she replied, and then took another bite of her soup.

"I have trouble remembering things like that. I get lost thinking about this or that, focusing on cooking or what I might make next week... an then it's time to go."

Amber stared at him. "What kinds of things do you think about besides food?"

"All manner of things," he admitted. "I didn't think much for most of my life, so I'm not precisely used to it. And I have plenty to catch up on.

"There's nothing specific."

He noticed the staring.

"What?"

"How can you not think? Even when I'm busy I think," she shrugged. "Just can't help it. It's like my mind never quits, you know?"

She blinked. "What what?"

"I didn't."

He'd just shut down, let his mind dip down into the dark and settle. Even now he considered his thoughts more like a finicky dog than a traditional mind.

"It was just easier."

"Easier than what?"

"Just easier," he told her. "And it was sort of nice, shutting down. Moving almost automatically, all my focus on the physical. Scrubbing this, washing that, fixing the table or the chair."

He shrugged.

"Sometimes I wish I had that sort of self-control," Amber commented softly.

"Sometimes, I wish things could be more... automatic," he told her with a shrug.

"I suppose it's a matter of perspective."

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