Luke's Diner, Wednesday Evening

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Bobby had learned quite a few interesting things since arriving in Fandom. One of those things was that some of his new friends had sadly never experienced the awesomeness that is things like cheeseburgers. So after figuring out where in town one would go to get such things, he handwavily contacted Kyle and George and told them to meet him at Luke's Diner. Time to educate them on some of the finer things in life. Well... finer if you were Bobby Drake, anyway.

[ooc: expecting two, but open, sure. luke's posted with permission from laceycantlie since there's no PC employee today.]

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Kyle was wary at first of more Bobby Drake Introductions to Food after his stomach ache last night, but the medication Doctor Jones gave him worked like a charm and he was feeling human enough again to eat. He promised himself he wouldn't go overboard, headed down into town to find Luke's Diner and walked in.

This was a lot like diners he'd seen before, only with electricity, people, actual food and no threat of the roof coming down on them. "I'm not having ice cream today," he said by way of introduction.

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"D'you have somethin' against ice?" George asked, coming in just in time to hear that. "Or is it cows that ye don' like?"

He was having a very good day.

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Kyle had better not have a problem with ice! Ice was awesome, thank you very much.

"You don't have to have ice cream if you don't want," Bobby told Kyle. "I don't even know if they have ice cream here. All I found out was that this is the place to go for burgers."

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"Burgers sound good." No, he'd never had a burger before either. Giant wheat fields were kind of a give away to the machines. "Burgers are those things with bread and meat right? Some of the guys in the Resistance used to dream about them." And sing Cheeseburger in Paradise.

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"Bread and meat?" Yeah, that sounded just about perfect to George. "In a pie, y'mean?"

Really, he was fine just eating whatever as long as it stayed still. Someone hadn't learned Kyle's lesson.

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"Nooo, not in a pie," Bobby said. "Though oooh, we could totally have pie- the sweet kind- for dessert." Even if those were totally better with ice cream, which was apparently off the menu for today. "It's like, a sandwich?" he continued. "Bread, then meat, then sometimes cheese and a few kinds of vegetables, then sauces, then bread again. It's totally awesome."

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"Vegetables are good," Kyle declared matter-of-factly. No, he hadn't indulged in any yet. "How do we get burgers?" He was a step ahead of himself as they hadn't even gotten a seat yet.

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"We'll need t'sit down first," George said. "An' wait fer th' lasses to come around with food an' ale." He was still pondering pie though. "Would there be cherry pie? Tis almost like vegetables, fruit is."

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"Maybe the lasses will know," Kyle mused as they walked towards a booth. Booths were superior to regular tables.

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Bobby wondered if he should point out that guys totally worked in restaurants too. And hey, wasn't ale, like, beer? He was pretty sure they didn't serve beer here.

"We should ask the, um. Lass," Bobby agreed, sliding in to a seat at the booth.

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George took a seat that faced as many of the doors as possible, unable not to keep an eye out. He wasn't sure why Bobby seemed uncertain about the lass situation. How else would they get food unless the lasses brought it?

"What else is good?" he asked curiously, looking around the diner.

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Kyle, meanwhile, took a seat that let him be as concealed as possible from the doors. He shrunk down in his seat and started to look through all of the bits and pieces on the table. Mmm condiments.

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Bobby noticed the strategic seating, if only because Scott usually insisted on doing the exact opposite of Kyle and choosing the seat where he had the best view of the door, just like George had.

"There's soda- they serve that here instead of ale," there wasn't even hesitation like with lasses that time! "And fries. One shouldn't have a burger without fries." One should probably explain things instead of just listing them off, Bobby.

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"Soda," George repeated, finding the menu to study it. "An' fried what?"

He looked over at Kyle. "Shall we let th' lad jus' order for all of us then? And save him th' trouble of explainin'?"

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"Bobby," Kyle said, seemingly all serious, "our fate is in your hands."

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It was at that moment that the lass waitress lass arrived to take their order.

"Three cheeseburgers with everything on them and also fries! And three Cokes. Please." Bobby told her.

"You guys won't regret this," he told them confidently.

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"So ye say," George teased, giving the lass a smile though he was slightly disappointed in the lack of bar lass outfits. "We're countin' on ye now, Bobby."

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Kyle craned his neck to look around at the diner. "So is this what people usually do after school?"

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"This, or watch TV or something." Or, you know, study. Maybe. "My friends from my old school and I used to spend a lot of time at the coffee shop."

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"Strange for you too?" George asked Kyle easily.

The idea of just sitting and 'hanging out' still seemed too weird to him He was playing with a coin again, unable to keep himself totally still.

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Kyle nodded. "I never really spent much time around people until the last few months, and not like this. What about you guys? You always had people around?"

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"Pretty much?" Bobby shrugged. "My old school wasn't as crowded as this, just me and Scott and Warren and Hank and Jean, but they were always around."

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"This is far less crowded than th' Lower City," George admitted, leaning back in the booth and still flipping his coin over his fingers. "It seems so quiet here. Not enough people runnin' about and sellin' things and stuff."

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"Seems weird having people from different places living together without a fight breaking out."

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"Seems weird not t'have drawn me knives," George agreed. "An' t'be asked to leave them in a tiny room."

Not that he had left them all there, but...yes.

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"Seems weird not sleeping with a gun," Kyle added with a nod.

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Bobby frowned a little at that. He'd kind of always been under the impression that the constant fighting stuff that was his life back home was sort of an exception to the rule, and yet here was George talking about carrying knives everywhere and Kyle sleeping with a gun and just... yeah.

"That's really- that sort of thing is normal, where you're from?" he asked both of them.

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"Aye," George said with a shrug. "Th' Lower City's a wretched hive of scum an' villainy." He grinned. "Or so th' nobles say. S'not that bad."

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Kyle nodded at the same time, then spoke after George. "Everyone fights at home. Or they hide, but you can't hide forever, so everyone fights some time." Or they die, but he didn't add that.

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"Huh," Bobby said. "Most places aren't like that, here." Not a lie. His own life had just been the exception to that particular rule. And oh hey look there was the lass with their food!

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George glanced at him for a long moment before turning his attention to the food. It smelled so, so good. Hey, it'd been at least three hours since he ate.

"Thanks, lass," he said with a smile as the plates of burgers and fries and Cokes were set in front of them.

"Seems t'be more than a few places that are though," he said, trying a fry without hesitation.

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"Oh yeah," Bobby nodded, liberally drowning his own fries in ketchup. "This place being one of them. My school big sibling- Zack- said there's even some sort of... volunteer army that he and some other students run."

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"A volunteer army," George repeated, eyeing the ketchup and deciding it looked a bit too much like blood to be trying. "Hadn't heard about that." He took a drink of his soda, surprised at how sweet he was. "'M no soldier."

Not that he wasn't curious.

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Kyle had been watching how the others dealt with their food and took the ketchup after Bobby. "I am, but I don't know how my CO would feel about me signing up for another army." He doused his fries with ketchup.

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"Zack said something about being a soldier back home too," Bobby offered. "I don't think this reserves thing is like, a real army with ranks, if that makes any difference?" He still wasn't sure how he felt about the whole deal himself, really.

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"What's th' point then?" George asked, curious if reserved about it.

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"Leto said something about coordinating for invasions," Kyle shrugged and tried to figure out the best way to handle his burger.

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"Like alligators that shoot goldfish," Bobby added, grabbing his burger with both hands and taking a bite. So really, that last word ended up more like "goldfrrsh".

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George watched Bobby's manhandling of the big ass burger and copied him, taking an enormous bite.

It would be a while for him to chew it, yes.

"This is really good," he exclaimed. Then had a thought "...they di'nt make th' burgers out of alligator, did they?"

Not that it so much mattered.

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The possibility of alligator burgers didn't seem to bother Kyle, because he copied the other two and took a big bite. "I've never tried alligator, but it sounds good," he said, but it came out unintelligible because of the burger.

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Well now Bobby was giving his own burger a suspicious look. "It doesn't taste like alligator," he said slowly. "Not that I actually know what alligator tastes like. I just mean it doesn't taste different from normal."

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"Tastes good," George corrected. He wasn't much phased by the possibility of alligator meat either. "'M all for alligators tastin' like this."

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"What kind of meat is this if it's not alligator?" Only half the words were understandable.

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"Cow, I think." George was skilled at understanding mouthful speech. "Tastes like beef, aye?"

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"It's cow," Bobby confirmed. "I think alligator would be more... stringy." He's not basing this on... well, anything really.

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Kyle looked intently at his burger. "Sorry cow." He'd swallowed his bite by now and went for another, stopping only to say "this is really, really good food." The lettuce and tomato and onions and pickles and oh man.