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Luke's Diner, November 9 (Monday)

There was a new palletload of Beaver Buzz energy drinks today -- someone must have thought Lacey wanted more of them, to go with the natural sodas. And they wouldn't take them back, either, for reasons that had something, vaguely, to do with customs, or at least that was the story Lacey got out of the woman on the other end of the line. So there they were, cases of the stuff, should any ~~poor addicted souls~~ thirsty students care to avail themselves of it.

Lacey Burrows, caffeine pusher. The editor of the Dog River Howler probably felt vindicated.

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Roast Beef and Ham Melt with BBQ Sauce
Spinach, Strawberry, and Walnut Salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette
Chicken and Gnocchi Soup

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Luke's is open, and Lacey is kind of wondering if the Beaver Buzz thing is like a real-life CafeWorld gift, and if so, shouldn't she have had to click a button to accept the request?

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Because Lacey is Kind Of Odd and you think it might be catching, perhaps.

Ooooh there was more of that fake-fruity-drink stuff. George so approved.

He also was sliding into his regular seat in the booth, totally happy to be back to this routine.

"I love this stuff," Kyle said, scooping one up as he sat down.

Routines were good! Especially when those routines involved heavily caffeinated drinks. "Canada rocks," Bobby declared as he snagged one of his own. Yes, he was basing this entirely on the fact that they had an awesome energy drink.

"D'ye think all of Canada is like this?" George asked, popping the top on his can. "This an' th' hockey?"

If it was? AWESOME country.

"Too bad it's too far away to go see it. I've never been to another country before."

"There's planes," Bobby pointed out. Because he hadn't yet learned of the magic of Portalocity "And Canada's not actually all that far from here, really. At least... part of it isn't far. It's really really big."

"Planes," George repeated skeptically. "Them big metal tubes." He shrugged. "Twould be an adventure. An' after if it's other countries t'see, y'both could come t'Tortall soon as y'like."

"Let's do that!" Kyle decided.

"That would be awesome," Bobby agreed readily.

Because you want to subject yourself to that, perhaps.

It was as if the smell of Beaver Buzz compelled him. Or something. Jak was out of energy drink, which meant that he had to return to the original source of the energy drink, and see whether or not he'd be able to get some by, uh. Miming it.

So there was a blue-tunic-clad shoeless blond wandering into the store, curious.

Lacey had been trying to see if she could wedge one more case of ~~Liquid Schwartz~~ hyper-in-a-bottle beneath the counter, but the impending neck cramp called for thwarting of the standing-up kind.

"Oh! Hi there," she said with a too-bright smile. Had she seen him around the diner before? Possibly? "What can I get for you today?"

He smiled right back at her. Brightly. Then his face kind of... wobbled. Uhhhh. Jak tilted his head. Did she have any-- he mimed a can.

He should get Dinah to make and laminate him a Beaver Buzz sign. For serious.

Lacey would be inordinately amused by that. Mildly frightened might be a more appropriate reaction, but no, inordinately amused would be the reaction of choice.

"I'm sorry, did you --" Oh. Was that sign language? She really ought to be more sensitive to these things. Bad Lacey, no cookie.

Bad overcompensating Lacey, who picked up an empty glass from behind the counter and pointed to it. "Want something to drink?"

Jak blinked at the glass. No, not like that? More with a covering on the top. Like this. He held his hand up.

Don't make him mime beavers, Lacey.

Nobody wanted that, right? That being said, this was Lacey, who thought the pumps at Corner Gas got the fuel directly from some magical source underground.

"You want something . . . to go? Like, with a straw?"

Lacey. Honestly, now.

Even Jak had to give her a funny look at that one. No. Not to go. A can. With like-- a pull-off tab?

Jak was hoping that looked like a tab and not like making happy with a very specific section of said beaver. Ahem.

LACEY. THE CANS ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.

But pfft, that was logic, and that would require Lacey's brain to be doing something other than going skld;jadhgfjk; that was not what I thought it was right? Besides, she was used to getting funny looks. They just rolled off her now, like water off a duck's back.

Or not, but she'd say that was how it worked. And then turn around and make a wibble-face.

"I, uh. Sorry?" And this case was just not going to fit into the bottom shelf, so she sighed and started to make a pyramid stack of cans on the counter. This was the obvious waving signs in her face.

The blinking was becoming epic at this point. For a moment, Jak even forgot to bring up his finger to point slowly at the can. For a moment. The call of Beaver Buzz was just too strong. That. That with the can and the-- inappropriate beaver gesture again -- that.

That nearly-audible click right there? That was the sound of everything falling into place with an added bonus of I will never look at energy drinks the same way again.

"These? Are these what you wanted?"

Jak nodded slowly. His eyes slid to his fingers, still halfway into the tab position. Lacey's nearly-audible click was followed by another nearly-audible click.

And then a blush. And a slightly faster nod. Yeah. Lots of that. Now.

The a;fjkls;af;sdf in Lacey's head was starting to twist and go funny, not at all like reCaptcha text. (She hated those things. She never could get them right on the first try.)

It was much easier to nod furiously in response, make a dramatic Vanna White gesture at the cases stacked up beside the counter, and exclaim, "Oh, wow, by all means! Feel free. Take it. Please."

Okay. Jak's head tilted towards the cases in question. Cool. That was totally cool. --Wait up. Did she just say all of it? His head veered back fast enough to almost give him whiplash, and... yeah, can we just say that was a #14 blink? Because it was time to start differentiating between blinks in this conversation.

Lacey, this might not be a good idea. This might be a very bad idea. There were numbered blinks, Lacey.

"As much as you want," she said, bad idea notwithstanding and a tiny tinge of desperation in her voice. "I mean, really. Have all you want. I've got nowhere to keep it and I'm afraid the cream sodas might gang up on it after too long."

And it would be chaos. Sticky, fizzy, sugar-and-corn-syrupy storeroom chaos.

... Jak rubbed the back of his head. The cream sodas would do that? Because if she had like a big cream soda problem, he could probably head over there and, you know, beat a few of them up, take care of her problem right away--

--also, he tilted his head plaintatively, did that mean he could get some for his girlfriend...?

No, Jak. Bad.

The cream soda problem was . . . well . . . Lacey liked to think of it as a personnel issue. She wasn't sure beatings were an appropriate method of dealing with personnel issues. (When she'd ever gotten around to categorizing it as more of an employee than part of the inventory, she was trying not to think too hard about.)

"If you want some for your friends, too," she went on, and this was purely guesswork here because if she realized what he was wondering there would've been a moment of horror-inducing awwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, "you're welcome to it."

Lacey, no. How do you get yourself into these things even without realizing it?

Okay. That was so cool. Totally worth the embarrassment earlier. He grinned, then made a motion by his ear, and pointed outside. Could she, uh. Call like a rickshaw, or something? Because that might be a lot to haul around.

The world trembled lightly under his feet.

Or was that the celebratory haka of the territorial cream sodas, rejoicing that they wouldn't have to share their space with the unwelcome interlopers? No, that was a separate sound, and besides, neither of the cream soda varieties was from New Zealand.

"I can get the delivery guy to help you with -- did something just happen out there?" And she was right back around to misunderstanding again. Sigh, Lacey.

... No, nothing happened, said blink #7, and Jak shook his head. Back up, back up, he motioned, with his hand. Delivery guy?

No, nothing had apparently happened, also said Lacey's speculative glance out the window, so she let it go.

"If you need help with those, we can get him to haul them up to the dorms for you," Lacey went on. "It'll give him something to do besides try to hound the customers to friend him on Facebook so he can have enough neighbors to expand his farm."

Honestly, couldn't he just friend the squirrels like that guy who did Saturday night broadcasts seemed to have done?

FARMVILLE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS ISLAND?!?

Why is it displaying a "beware of tiny bunnies" placard? Who knows?

*flops now* This post was going to be about something else entirely and then the Beaver Buzz took over.

I don't know whether to blame

unborn_renegade or

longislandiceme more, honestly.

MWAHAHAhahahHAHAHAhah. My reach goes far.

*high fives* At least we use our combined powers for good?

...What? Beaver Buzz *is* good! That's my logic and I'm sticking with it.

Now I want some. Send me some, Canadian minions!

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