fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, December 28 (Monday)

The Yule Log channel wasn't showing any more. Ordinarily Lacey would be sad about that, but Not This Year. Oh, no. This year, she'd gone back to Dog River for Christmas -- actually intending to go to Dog River, rather than ending up back in Dog River after a disastrous attempt to fly to Toronto that somehow took her from Saskatchewan to Nova Scotia to British Columbia and back by way of Every. Single. Province. Ever -- and gotten an iPod Touch from Brent and Hank as a Christmas gift.

And they'd preloaded it with the Yule Log app.

So here she was back in Fandom, and it was like having Christmas in her pocket year round, as long as she remembered to keep the battery charged.

It also meant the kitchen staff had a much easier time of it getting away with antics in the kitchen . . . which would explain the miniature marshmallow mountain range taking shape if you peered through the service window. Lacey didn't notice.

Today's Specials
Candied Yam Casserole ~~With Marshmallows~~
Roast Herbed Turkey with Gravy and Stuffing
Chinese Chicken Salad

Luke's is open, and that Yule Log is virtually crackling away. Yes, still. It'll be virtually warm to go with that marshmallow ski resort back there.

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Looking tanned, and not happy with the cold, Tully came in, bundled up possibly more than was actually neccesary.

"I can't believe I forgot how cold it was up here."

Not looking up from her pretty, pretty portable Yule Log channel (she might never put that thing down again, and her virtual pet was feeling neglected), Lacey asked offhandedly, "Really? It's practically balmy. It was negative-fourteen in Saskatchewan when I left. Five degrees here? It's almost swimsuit weather."

Lacey, using Celsius temperatures might not be helping much.

Tully chuckled. Sure, she won when it came to cold, but he could at least fire back on the warmth issue.

"No, I just came from swimsuit weather. And unless you're one of those polar bear people, this ain't it."

Lacey was from Toronto and the middle of the northern prairies; that might be debatable. And having just come back from Dog River, she was feeling a little more native than usual. Blame it on sentimentality.

"Oh, I don't know. If we had beaches in Dog River, this would be perfect beach weather. Yeah, we'd just head right on down there in our swimsuits and snow goggles and lounge out in the drifts and . . . catch some sledding waves."

Wanda Dollard was probably sighing exasperatedly right now.

Was she kidding? Granted, Tully had done some crazy things on horseback. And he had accepted a bet to guide a schooner through a treacherous reef, at night, using an inexpertly set up light system. But he thought that people who went swimming in temperatures below freezing, were certifiable.

"Really? Not even wet suits?"

Oh, she was kidding. And she'd just spent time with Hank and Brent; she'd picked up on a little extra of their sarcasm by sheer proximity, kind of like a mushroom. A distracted mushroom with a constant need to bolster her own self-esteem through some truly bizarre means.

"Well, it is Saskatchewan," Lacey pointed out, and ordinarily she'd be aghast at herself for not even having the courtesy to look up but that Yule Log was so pretty and she'd missed it so. "We don't really need them much there."

Possibly because of the landlocked-ness of it. It helps if you say these things, Lacey.

Stupid unhelpful Yule Log.

Tully wasn't completely ignorant of non-American geography, but he was mostly just knowledgeable about tropical areas. So he didn't know really where Saskatchewan was.

He was just proud for knowing that it was in fact a place on Earth, and in Canada.

"How do you not get hypothermia?"

And what the hell was she staring at?

The Yule Log. The Yule Log.

. . . not that Lacey could ever, ever articulate why exactly that thing had fascinated her for her entire life. It just did, okay? Speaking of things Lacey couldn't articulate, her knowledge of United States geography was better than Hank or Brent's in that she could tell you that you couldn't drive from Las Vegas to Boston in a day, but it wasn't that great.

"Hypothermia, what? A little thing like that?" She waved a hand. "We just walk it off."

Just before he'd given her a ride to the airport (Lacey had issues with portals), Brent had taken time out to smartmouth at a tourist. It had looked like fun.

Dog River's idea of fun was . . . special.

"Funny, we do the same with sunburn."

"But there's all the horrible peeling and redness . . ."

Yes, because losing limbs to cold would be so much better, Lacey.

"As opposed to blue scary."

"We get very good at pulling off the color blue, thank you very much," Lacey said with whatever dignity she could muster.

"I can see that."

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