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Cafe Fina, Sunday

It wasn't that Warren was in a bad mood today, really. He wasn't. He was just still stuck in that same weird thoughtful funk that he'd had since Tuesday. It didn't involve stomping, or yelling, or being particularly threatening to the dishes, however, and so they were all quite uncertain as to whether they were going to be worried over Warren, or over their own safety.

Today's Specials:
Comfort food!
Macaroni and Cheese
Fried Chicken
Applesauce
Ice Cream
.... Possibly all En Flambe

They decided that worry for their own well-being was going to win out today after a particularly sympathetic placemat attempted to give Warren a feel-better hug... Only to end up putting its 'stop, drop and roll' technique to use for the fire on the seat of its pants.

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Because sometimes, you just have to choose to talk to the pepper shaker or the cheese grater instead of the guy who voluntarily lights himself on fire.

Momoko somehow managed to sneak into the Cafe while Warren was otherwise occupied and not paying attention. She nabbed the Cheese Grater and pulled him into a dark corner to ask him if they had any cake for Warren since they'd missed his birthday. He was awfully quick to nod and, feeling somewhat suspicious, she shook a finger at him. "That's all! Just cake! He's going to be mad that I even mentioned it, so just regular cake, okay? He doesn't want people to know, which is silly because he's not going to get many presents that way, and especially not any good ones, but that's what he said and we should respect that. Okay?"

The Cheese Grater smiled and put up his hands in a defensive gesture, simply oozing trustworthiness as he assured Momoko that everything would be taken care of. She hesitated, then gave a quick smile and a thumbs up before she snuck back outside.

If you don't mind keeping a few steps back, he's really not such a bad waiter.

Momoko took a few minutes to make sure her face didn't give anything away, then cheerfully leaned into the door with (hopefully) her normal grin.

"Hi Warren!" She bounced across the room and flopped into a seat somewhere near him, looking as innocent as possible. "Applesauce and ice cream en flambe? Can you really do that?"

"Pour a little cooking alcohol over the top, and you can burn pretty much anything," Warren replied, smirking faintly as he made his way over toward her. "I'm a firm believer of that fact."

If she was up to something, he certainly didn't suspect as much.

She was firmly not at all glancing back at the kitchen area, so why would he suspect anything?

"You would be!" She leaned her head to the side. "Would that mess with the flavour, I wonder? Adding the cooking oil and then lighting it? Would it still taste like applesauce? Or like baked apples maybe? Well, not if it was ice cream. Unless it was supposed to be apple flavoured, of course. Do they make applesauce flavoured ice cream?"

She babbled a bit more wildly than usual. Out of the corner of her eye she was seeing the Cheese Grater wave at the rest of the staff.

"Alcohol," Warren clarified. "You'd have to be pretty stupid to light oil on fire."

Not that Warren hadn't ever lit oil on fire. But it meant he'd also learned the hard way that it was not by any means easy to put out.

"Uh... Are you okay, Momoko?"

The babbling was a little more... babbly than he was used to.

She looked up at him and grinned, "Right! Alcohol! I know that." She knocked against her head with her knuckles. "I'm okay, just a bit distracted I guess! Uhm, not that there's anything going on. To distract me or anything. Just, me. Distracted. Heh."

Great, now all the staff were wandering back into the kitchen area. Momoko had a bad feeling; she should have just taken a cake to him in his room.

"Sooo. Uhm. Did I tell you the Girls with Guns club is going on a field trip to play paintball? I'm hoping to do better than I did at lasertag!"

"Riiiight."

... There was something up. Warren couldn't place it, but he could feel it in his toes.

"You didn't mention the paintball, no. That's another one of those group activities, huh? Not really my style."

"Yep, paintball! I'm surprised you don't want to go just for the chance to get someone covered in paint and not get in trouble!" Oh, look one of the spoons was leaving the kitchen! That was good, right? Nothing was happening, she was just being paranoid! They had a staff meeting, that was all! There would be cake soon and she needn't worry. The Cheese Grater had said so. She relaxed a little and focussed back on Warren.

"I'm still having trouble with aiming a gun at moving targets, so this is good practice. It's annoying that I can aim my yoyo perfectly on a tiny tiny spec," she held up her hand, her fingers about a half-inch apart and shrugged. "But bullets always seem to go where I don't want them. Although I'm pretty good now with the targets in the Range! They don't shoot back!"

"One of the upsides of shooting at inanimate objects," Warren mused, and then shook his head a little. "I'd probably be more interested in getting involved in something like that if it wasn't for all that teamwork junk they expect. Not a fan. No good at it. I'd probably just light people on fire and leave."

Momoko grinned. "See? I'm used to being on a team, so it's still strange for me to be doing anything by myse..." And the lights in the dining area of the cafe went out.

Not that it could be seen, but Momoko paled slightly and her eyes widened as she turned her head slowly to the kitchen to see the lights there had only been dimmed. For effect, apparently as there was the staff, posed in some odd formation. In the dimness she could just make out the spoon leave the light switch and rejoin her fellows. One of them was bearing a cake with a lit candle on it and as he marched forward, the rest of the staff broke into an elaborate dance and started singing happy birthday.

Momoko sang along as best she could. It was actually all very pretty and nice and sweet and she hoped Warren didn't mind it too much. It showed that they cared, after all!

Warren was finding himself completely without words.

The first reaction was to freeze in place and stare. Yes, that would do just fine by him. The next step, from there, would be to grit his teeth and remind himself that yes, he did need to breathe. And from there, his reaction was essentially to just turn progressive shades of red.

"Momoko? What are they doing?"

Aside from the obvious. Of course.

Oh no, oh no!

"Uhm. Uhm. S-sing...ing?" She sank back into her seat a bit. "And dancing? With a cake?"

They came closer and it was fairly obvious where the troupe was headed. Some of them had a poorly hidden look of fear on their faces as they approached, but they had a ~~job~~ performance to do!

Edited 2009-03-29 20:05 (UTC)

"Yes," Warren agreed, "I see the cake."

He was now attempting to stare the dishes down. Maybe if he glowered darkly enough, they'd head to a different table. Yes.

"Why is there a cake?"

Because the glowering wasn't working, sadly.

Aw! The pretty turn-step-return move the left front dish had practiced so hard on for the last three minutes fumbled because his glare made her tremble!

"Cake? I asked for the cake! Because, uhm..." Momoko sighed, deciding to own up. "Because you have to have cake for a birthday, even if you don't have a party? So I came in earlier and asked them for a small cake and it's totally my fault but they decided to do this for you on their own because they like you and you deserve for someone to sing happy birthday to you with cake! Even if it means we're all fired, because we like you." She was totally sticking up for them, but was going to have words with a certain kitchen tool later.

If that certain kitchen tool was still alive when Warren was finished with him, Momoko could have all the words she wanted.

"They don't like me," he pointed out. "They're just afraid I'll kill them if they aren't nice to me." A pause for consideration. "They're not far off, really."

"Nonsense! If they didn't like you, they'd have just brought me the cake like I asked and then left us alone to eat it like they always do when I'm here." Momoko's voice dropped to a whisper as said cake arrived at the table.

It wasn't a fancy birthday cake, not having had enough time to actually bake one, but it was cake and that was what was important. Well, and the candle. Which she grinned and waved at as it flickered. "Happy Birthday! At least this part is from me!"

Warren took a few more moments to glare at the staff in a way that clearly stated he was going to exact his revenge on them for this the moment they all least expected it. And then he glanced at Momoko and smiled slightly.

"My birthday was Thursday, you know."

That was to say, thank you.

A smile! Yay! She wasn't going to be 'en flambe-ed'!

She bounced in her seat and leaned closer, careful of the cake. "I know! But really I didn't find out until too late anyway. And so I thought, maybe I could do something, but you were in such a bad mood on Wednesday night so I didn't want to push it. I owe you a present, by the way. And then on Friday I had class and was trying to come up with something and I was going to just get you a cake and we could have it at the dorm but then I thought, hey, why not here? Since I knew you'd be here today!" She beamed at him.

Well, she'd thought of the Fina first, actually, then dismissed it, then returned to it. She probably should have left it dismissed.

Edited 2009-03-29 21:54 (UTC)

Warren grimaced for a moment as the dishes reached the last notes of the song, and then he smiled a little more and rolled his eyes.

"You don't have to get me anything, Momoko. This is more than enough."

No, really. The singing dishes were about as much of a birthday surprise as Warren could possibly handle.

...

"Thanks."

Dishes singing to you was more than anyone should be able to handle, really.

"You're welcome!" She rested her chin on her hand and grinned. "Sorry it got so out of hand! All I really did ask for was cake, since no birthday should be without it. If it would help any, I'd offer to let you embarrass me on mine, but it's not until July! Can you hold a grudge that long?"

"I'm pretty good at holding a grudge," Warren promised, sliding his behind into the seat across the table from her, the cake sitting between them. "I'm pretty sure I could come up with some fitting revenge within the next four months or so."

He nodded to the candle. "I should blow this out or something so they can turn the lights back up, huh?"

"Well, it's kind of cozy sitting here by candlelight, but probably you should so that at least they can get out of their pose." She looked at the poor staff trying to maintain (terrified) smiles while still holding their last positions in the grand dance number. "Of course, seeing how long they can stay like that is kind of fun, too."

Warren turned to look at the dishes, a grin crossing his lips as he took in their awkward poses.

"Boo."

One fork fell over, taking another with her, and then a napkin, and then a placemat, resulting in an epic domino effect.

"Problem solved," Warren decided, and then leaned forward and blew on the candle.

She couldn't help it and Momoko laughed at the epic fall, even as she glared at him. "Warren! That was so mean!"

The candle, meanwhile, flickered out for all of half a second, then flamed back up. There was scrabbling and snickering from the floor where the staff were struggling back to their feet.

Well. That was new.

Warren raised an eyebrow at the candle, and then attempted to blow it out again. It did the same thing. After a third attempt at blowing it out, Warren frowned and did the next best thing.

He plucked the candle from the cake, closed his fist around it, and then lit his entire hand on fire.

... The candle wasn't really long for this world, then.

"I'm good at mean," he noted. Smugly.

Somebody's car alarm is going off outside, and it is freaking the heck out of my cockatiel. Trufax.

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