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Luke's Diner - Tuesday

"What a glorious day, peasant cooks! Prepare something grand! For I am celebrating loooooove, ah-hah!"

The kitchen staff merely began their day with their normal duties. Although if any of them had to admit to it, they would each say they enjoyed Prince Edward's singing and actually looked forward to it every Tuesday.

Of course they did! He was brilliant!

If he would just choose a different song. True Love's Kiss was getting old, especially since he could only sing his part of it.

Twirling around, Prince Edward snapped his cape over his shoulder and jumped up on a table, arms akimbo as he sang loudly.

Every day should be filled with song! He would gladly tell anyone!

Today's Special
Meat Pies!
Fresh Baked Bread!
Cherry Cobbler!
Goat's Milk!

Luke's is open!

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As you do.

As you like!

There was a considerable amount of things to explore, and Valentine was taking advantage of that. From the library this morning, to the chunk of time between her workshops, she was doing just that, and figured the diner was as good a place as any to try lunch. She took a seat on one of the stools at the counter, gave it one particular spin, and then glanced at the special's board.

"Those are very enthusiastic specials," she noted.

"Greetings!" Edward exclaimed with vibrant cheer. "Would you care to try one of them? Or all of them? They are amazingly tastey!"

For get the enthusiastic specials... Valentine quirked an eyebrow, looking at the boy for a moment before regarding the board again.

"Just the cobbler, I think."

Nice, healthy lunch, that.

He was used to such looks. He assumed he was being admired for his handsome, princely physique. Ah-hah!

"Are you suuuuuure? The meat pie is most excellent!"

"Better than the cherry cobbler?" Because Valentine doubted that.

"For you my guess would be no," he decided after a moment. "After all, you sat and ordered the sweet first which makes me believe you have a sweet tooth, therefore would enjoy the cobbler better than the meat pie."

"Your deductive reasoning," Valentine said, "is astute. Well done."

He wasn't sure what deductive meant. Or astute for that matter. But the 'well done' made him beam.

"Peasants!" he called over his shoulder. "One cherry cobbler!"

Turning his attention back to the girl, he introduced himself. "I am Prince Edward of Andalasia! Who are you, lovely girl?"

Valentine just looked at him for a second. He was the second person to comment on her supposed loveliness, which made Valentine wonder a little about people's eyesight around here.

"Valentine Wiggin," she answered. "Did you just call your coworkers peasants?"

"A beautiful name!" Made him think of hearts! "Why yes! They work in the kitchen."

Peasants work in kitchens.

See? One of them just set her cobbler in front of her. With a fork and napkin.

Edward beamed.

If Valentine heard that response to her name one more time, she was going to start calling herself Bob. Or simply start telling people that she was named after the Massacre, not the saint.

"Thank you," she said, pointedly to the other diner jockey, before taking up her fork.

"Care for something to drink?" he asked her. "I can get that myself."

"Well, I wouldn't want to trouble you, or anything," Valentine deadpanned. "Though I could use a root beer."

"Ahh, soda! An excellent choice!" Grinning wide, he saw to her soda and set the glass of root beer on the counter, next to her cobbler. "Would you care for a straw, Valentine?"

"Do you have any fun twisty straws?"

For some reason, it just felt right to ask.

"For kids! Yes!" He experimented with one, one day, and found them to be amazing inventions.

He rumaged behind the counter and brought up two. "For you!" He handed her one.

Against her common sense, Valentine took the one straw and asked, "And the second one?"

"Why I thought I would enjoy a soda too!" Which he promptly fixed, poked the straw into the bubbling root beer, and grinned.

"You go first."

Oh, you've got to be kidding...

"Don't you want, I don't know, maybe your own?"

"Sharing is lovely, Valentine!" he exclaimed, brightly. "I love to share, ah-hah!" He's never really had to share anything. Ever. He was a prince!

"...Right," Valentine said, assuring herself that it would all be over soon. She slipped her straw into the root beer, eyed Edward as if making sure he didn't make any sudden moves, before leaning in to take a sip.

With her crazy straw.

Really, it was only what she deserved for having requested it in the first place.

He leaned down, eye-level with that crazy straw, and watched her take a sip.

"Ahahahaha! Look at that!" He made a twirly motion with his finger. "Up and up it goes! My turn?"

Why did she decide to have lunch here, again?

Valentine was more than willing to swallow and sit back to give Edward his turn. She was going to pass on the very detailed inspection of how it was done, though.

Moving in, he took hold of the tip of his straw in her glass - ah, sharing! - and sipped.

Big blue eyes blinked at her in clear, unabashed amusement, to see if she was watching the soda go up the straw.

And very dull and regretful greenish-brown were looking right back for a moment before Valentine lifted a finger in the air, tracing curly-cues. "Wow, look at it. Up and up and all around."

At least Ender wasn't here right now, man.

Tim stopped into Luke's diner for lunch. For old time's sake so to speak. And had to stop in surprise at the sight of Edward. Ah Fandom.

"Greetings! Might I help you, good man?" he asked, grinning wide.

"Maybe, but I don't want to interrupt your number."

"My number what?"

"Your musical number, with the singing and the dancing on the table."

"Ah," he preened. "It was nothing. I am employed here to help customers."

Tim chuckled. "I used to work here about three years ago. It's an interesting job isn't it."

"Three years ago! Amazing! You've come back to work here again?"

"Well, not here. I've got another job this summer. Are you a student?"

For the posting of useful information!

Mary only stayed long enough to put up a notice about job openings (http://montecito-east.livejournal.com/34749.html) at the hotel.

Between the singing kid and Gunther's dancing, she was starting to worry if there was something in all those bananas from last week.

I have nothing to say here.

Ahahaha, OMG, I'm giggling over them getting sick of his song.

*does not suggest anyone introduce the boy to Celine Dion or anything evil like that*

Or the songs from various other Disney musicals?

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS!

NO. I JUST GOT THAT OUT OF MY HEAD. D:

SO SAD. IT'S TRUE. Now I've got in my head. ahem.

OMG HE DOESN'T NEED IDEAS TY!

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