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Luke's Diner; Thursday [ 07/03 ]

Cal was pretty comfortable in this sort of weather; considering the location, it was unnaturally warm, but it was the weather he was used to, for the most part, so he enjoyed the walk over to the diner and, once he got there, settled in to mostly just lean on the counter and drink coffee, and maybe, occasionally, clean up a bit. He did try his hand at the artistic convention of scribbling notes on napkins, but not only did he find that he had run his creative juices practically dry yesterday, but that napkins were utter crap to write on. More trouble than they were worth. So he just stuck with the coffee and waited for his shift to be over.

Today's Specials
Spanakopita Spinach, egg, feta, onion
"Black Soup"*
Apple Freakin' Pie.

* With tomato. I couldn't find pig's blood in the back. Probably a good thing.

Luke's is open!

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Have some coffee. There's lots of it. Cal doesn't drink nearly as much as it seems, considering how of his is almost always milk.

Worf entered the Cafe and surveyed it as if looking for places to attack and defend oneself before taking a seat at the counter.

"Hello. Prune juice. Extra large."

Taking a moment to express his exact thoughts on the choice of beverage through wonderfully twists of his face (verdict: uuuuggh), Cal managed to find said prune juice, considered pouring it into the biggest glass he could find, but then decided to just set the liter bottle in front of Worf.

"Here you go. And, hey, you're back to your normal charming self."

"I do not know of what you are talking about," Worf replied.

Denial? Oh yeah.

Cal arched a skeptical eyebrow, grinning as he folded his arms on the counter as he leaned forward on it a little. "Pretty yellow ribbons? Colors befitting a warrior?" He shrugged a shoulder. "Nothing?"

Worf gave Cal a look of warning. "I do not remember anything from when I was a... feline."

Denial. Denial. Denial.

"I haven't said a word about a cat yet, Worf," Cal pointed out, figuring that Worf should know and all, since he apparently didn't know what Cal was talking about.

"You want anything to eat with that prune juice?"

"I know I was a cat," Worf replied. "I know nothing of what went on during that time."

The slight shiver might say something different.

He gazed at the menu and shrugged. "What do you recommend?"

"Good thing Ino's got all those picture," Cal said, unable to keep back a short laugh over the whole ordeal, shaking his head. He should shut up now; he was just asking to wind up as a puppy or something next week.

"I don't know. I think you should get the black soup. Good for a cold day, and, okay, no pig's blood, but it's definitely a soup befitting a warrior. It's what the Spartans used to eat."

"I remember the Spartans," Worf said. "They were brave warriors. I will have the soup."

He paused for a moment looking hesitant.

"I do require your assistance."

"I can't guarantee it tastes good," Cal warned him as he got the said soup. "It's been said by some famous guy that, after trying their soup, he was not surprised the Spartans were so willing to die..."

That, and it was a totally fudged recipe. Still, Cal felt a little bit of a swell of Greek pride finding out that Worf was from a different planet and he was pretty sure the future and everything, too, and still knew about bits of Cal's heritage.

"And what do you need help with?" he asked, setting the soup in front of Worf with a tilt of his head.

Worf pulled out a bag and placed it on the counter.

"I have purchased hats in order to... blend in," he replied as he took a bite of the soup. "As new students are coming in this weekend I thought it would be appropriate not to stick out until they have adjusted to the environment."

He took another spoonful of the soup. "Good soup."

Cal took a look at the bag, and then he glanced out toward the windows, wondering if maybe, just maybe Worf missed the dancing penguins outside. Perhaps his view of normal was skewed just enough, but he was pretty sure that, if shit like that was going down over the weekend, Worf really didn't have to worry too much about ridges on his head. Still..

"Hats? As in plural? You want me to help pick out which'll be best?"

Penguins and other cute little creatures who tend to dance and sing tend to scatter at the sight of Worf.

It's his lovable scowl.

"Yes. I was hoping to find something appropriate to this time period."

He took out one hat (http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o142/Davrondomar/WorfWill.jpg) and placed in on his head. "It was my hope to not look ridiculous."

There were, Cal figured, several key moment's in a man's life where much was balanced on the weight of a single decision.

Whether or not to tell Worf that that hat was entirely appropriate and not at all silly right now seemed like one of those moments.

On the one hand, Worf was the type of guy who ate black soup and liked it (not even Desdemona, despite her claims, liked it). He could have Cal to a bloody pulp for the next batch in seconds.

On the other hand, if what Ino was doing to him was any indication of the treatment he received as a kitten, and all those people were still alive, well, telling him that was a good hat was almost kind. Comparatively.

Cal rubbed his chin a little in thought. He was absolutely astonished and very impressed that he didn't just bust out laughing looking at Worf right now. "It's a good color for you," he offered. "But let's see what else you have, for comparison."

Worf nodded and put the had aside and replaced it with another one (http://images.cabelas.com/is/image/cabelas/s7_950623_imageset_01?$main-Large$)

"How about this?" he asked as he continued to devour the soup and drink his prune juice.

Cal actually rather like that one himself; it would certainly be practical in this weather, too.

It was still not nearly as hilarious as the other.

But he was supposed to be helping.

Damn the rift between knowing which Muse to appease!

"Um, maybe. What else?"

Worf pulled another hat (http://www.zazzle.com/ka_boom_hat-148927175199738743) out and frowned at it.

"I am not sure about this one."

...But he was a bit more sure about the first hat? Cal quirked an eyebrow for a moment before commenting, "An interesting message to send, anyway. Any others?"

Worf frowned. "I do not know. A warrior does not concern himself about... appearances."

Cal supposed that made sense; he also supposed that this was another good reason why he was probably not much of a warrior. He hadn't even made a good Wolverette. He shrugged.

"I'd go with the knit cap," he decided, with a shrug. "Simple, gets the job done, fits for our current setting. You'd look like a tool in the baseball cap, and the first one...I was going to go with that one, but, you know, honor and shit. I don't know what you were thinking with that, man."

He did consider Worf as good of a friend as any, after all, and friends didn't let friend wear hats like...that. No matter how hilarious it would have been.

Worf nodded in agreement and cast a wary eye at the red hat. "As I said... style and clothing matter are not a concern for me," he replied gesturing to the cadet uniform he still wore on a regular basis. "So human fashion trends... a complete mystery to me."

"Yeah, and that? I wouldn't recommend that unless you're also fond of tights."

Which he hoped to God that Worf was not.

That caught Worf a bit off guard. Right in the middle of a spoonful of soup.

He did catch himself before doing an actual spit take. No soup was lost and the spoonful was successfully swallowed.

He did gave Cal a look of... restrained horror.

"That would have been... unfortunate."

"I am...so glad to hear you agree," Cal said with a sympathetic nod for Worf's restricted terrified expression. "Good thing I'm honest."

For probably...everyone, on the whole.

Before heading back to the dorms, Jaina figured she should stop in while she was here. "Did you know penguins dance?" she asked. "Because they do here."

"So I saw," Cal grinned a little. "It was...interesting. They don't do that at the zoo. At least not on the days I've been there."

"Maybe it's a Fandom thing. Or they don't feel they're being paid enough at the zoos to perform," she shrugged. "So how's it going?"

Cal shrugged. "Not bad," he said, skirting around his first thought of no complaints because he wasn't sure that'd necessarily be true. "You?"

Jaina paused for the briefest of seconds, because her answer wasn't a happy one either, and said, "Weird week. I'll be glad for classes to start."

Cal nodded a little; he could definitely be okay with that titling to describe the week. "Yeah. I guess." Well, it wasn't like they were really like classes anyway. "What are you aiming to take? Also, can I get you anything? Probably should have asked that first."

Seeing as how that was kind of what they paid him for.

"Is there hot chocolate?" she asked. "I'm trying for the Escape Artist class and the Destiny one. Because I can't not. What about you?"

"Of course there's hot chocolate," Cal said, with a grin this time because hot chocolate he knew he could easily do, and went to get a mug ready for Jaina while he listed off his own. He even had those cute little marshmallows to put in it. "I'm going to have the best schedule ever. Friday morning, both classes, that's it. Whole week to do nothing." And he would, in fact, most likely, do nothing at all. "Living on your Own and...well, Fitness."

Because he clearly didn't work out enough.

"I think you might have a slight obsession there," Jaina grinned, like she was one to talk. "Living on your Own, huh? Trying to get actual knowledge out of summer camp?"

Obsession was about as natural to Cal as breathing. He rubbed the back of his neck a little once he'd set the mug of hot chocolate in front of Jaina. "Might as well. The last attempts didn't go so well, although I'm doing a lot better with it here already."

She nodded her thanks for the mug, happy to wrap her hands around it to warm them. "There were attempts before?" she asked.

"Yeah, little more than a year ago," Cal said with a slight nod. "For about a year, actually, I lived on my own out in California. Wasn't...bad..."

Per say. It wasn't good, either, but he was a newly male fourteen year old running away from home across the country. It was kind of destined to fail.

"Just didn't work out?" she guessed, since after all, he was here.

"No," Cal said, with a slight, wry grin as he shook his head. "Not really. Learned a lot, though, that's for sure. And now, this time, once I'm graduated and whatever, I can do it right."

"Good use of optimism," she said genuinely. "What year are you, anyway? I don't think I've ever asked."

"Sophomore," Cal answered. "I'm a little behind, though. Because of the whole living on my own in California thing."

"Oh, so you have time to figure things out. I'm behind too, but that's due to my quest to be the school's oldest senior." She wouldn't be. She just didn't know about Angel.

Cal's head tilted, doing quick math in his head. "Older than nineteen?"

"I'm eighteen just going into my junior year. I should be oh, about twenty, twenty-one by graduation time," Jaina nodded. "There's some wacky time stuff between here and home."

"I won't feel so bad with my nineteen, then," Cal said with a smirk. "So thanks."

"Anything I can do to help," she smiled back.

[*points and laughs* Night!]

Because Cal's a lazy jerk, anyway.

Cal imagined that today's sign (http://s3.amazonaws.com/alpha.spongefish.com/4618/wide/brit_sign_9.jpg) might help inspire him to not take too many smoke breaks today.

I was so excited about working out in my Teal Dear shirt that I forgot the bulletin board. go me!

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