Pizza Planet, Saturday

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Jen certainly hadn't expected to walk in to work this morning and immediately find herself being held up by the business end of a pizza oven spatula wielded by an irate kitchen cook. Luckily her police training actually came in handy for once, and she managed to get the details out of him.

And then rolled her eyes. "I wasn't even here. You guys won't even let me come back into the kitchen to refill the parmesan shakers without supervision. How could I have been responsible for the dough exploding?"

The cook was about to respond when a glob of dough dropped from the ceiling and hit him in the head.

Jen smirked, left him to his work, and headed out to tend the counter, her computer handy to keep an eye on an event going on around the country today. She might be used to the twenty-first century by now, but she never got tired of being there to watch history unfold.

[OOC: Yeah, I'm heading off to said event myself shortly and won't be around until late afternoon and can pick up pings then; otherwise moddable service is always a go.]

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Between all the running around (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3338442.html?thread=141002186#t141002186) he'd been doing, and the fact that he hadn't been able to eat a decent meal since he'd started babysitting Jar Jar, Jess was starving, and picked a food-serving place to hide in next. He quickly ordered a piece of pizza and tried to ignore any weird looks Jen might have given him as he settled under one of the tables to eat. By this point, embarrassment was low on his list of concerns.

He'd just barely finished eating when he heard Jar Jar calling his name, and banged his head on the table as he jolted in surprise that he was catching up so quickly. With a muttered curse, he headed back out again to try to find a new place to hide.