fandomtownies | Cafe Fina, Tuesday [2/16]

He's not sure about the importance of the beads, but he's wearing lots of them.

Already starting to feel anxious about next week, Angua decided to embark on a more active investigation of what food options there were in this town, especially since the likelihood of it leading to being poisoned was just about 500% less than it was in was in Ankh-Morpork. This place, looking over the specials, seemed promising...they were all conveniently vegetarian.

Still, she felt an aversion to entering, and, once she did, she understood why.

"...Hello," said Angua, who told herself that she should stop staring at the...cat...person...thing. She was a werewolf, after all, she had no room to talk.

But she was feeling a barely surpressable urge to go chase it up a tree.

"Hello! Welcome to Café Fina," said Lion-o. He was mostly used the staring by now. "Would you like a table in front, where the rest of the staff is throwing beads? Or would you like a quiet table near the back of the restaurant?"

Angua had a better question for him.

"Why is the staff throwing beads?" she asked, probably more wary about the fact that he was cat...person...thing than the fact that the staff threw things. Throwing things might help make her feel more at home.

"They said that today is some holiday called Mardis Gras and that it's tradition to throw beads at people and eat pancakes," said Lion-o. "It doesn't quite make sense to me, but the apple pancakes were really very good. So were the pumpkin ones."

Yes, Lion-o had sampled all three types of pancakes. He had a really good metabolism.

"And completely void of any meat product," added Angua.

But she paused.

"Or meat-like product?"

There was a slightly hopeful, mostly cringing lean to her addendum.

"No, there's no meat in the pancakes," said Lion-o with a sigh. He really liked his red meat. "But if you'd like, the chef can add a side of bacon or sausage."

Angua could almost relate to that sigh. Except that it was coming from a cat.

"No!" she said, perhaps a little too quickly. She dialed it back a little, forcing down a whimper at the thought of delicious bacon. Sausage, thankfully, she'd encountered far too often in Ankh-Morpork to want anything to do with it. "Er, no. That's fine. The..." She battled the sigh, "meatless pancakes is precisely what I...want."

Lion-o raised an eyebrow at her response. "No problem! Pancakes it is. Did you have a preference for any flavor of pancakes?" he asked.

"I...guess the roasted pumpkin oatmeal ones sound," acceptable, "pretty good."

"One order of roasted pumpkin oatmeal pancakes coming up," said Lion-o. "You know, I don't think I've seen you around before." Not that Lion-o was the most social person, himself.

"I'm new," said Angua. "Ish." She thought of extending a hand in greeting but, well, you know. Cat. Instead, she gave a nod. "Sergeant Angua. Nice to meet you....?"

It trailed off in that ivocative leading question mark mastered so well by coppers.

It was probably for the best. Lion-o did have hands and fingers like a human, but he also had long, claw-like nails.

"Lion-o, Lord of the Thundercats. I'm a student at the school," he said. "It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Angua."

Lord of the Thundercats. She thought she sense a certain purple quality to his scent; she was easily distracted by the feline colour in and of itself. "So...how do you like school here?"

Making minor small talk with the citizenry always seemed a good idea for a copper.

"I really like it," said Lion-o. "They have all sorts of neat classes. Right now, I'm taking one on battles that changed history. It's definitely not something I would be learning at home."

"What would you be learning at home?" asked Angua.

"Er, and where is home?"

"My home used to be on a planet called Thundera, but the planet self-destructed last year. Right now, I live with group of survivors on a planet very similar to this one," said Lion-o. "And while everyone there means well, they still seem to give me busy work like helping the Robear Berbils in their fruit orchards."

Angua's eyebrows may have lifted slightly. That was a bit more than the typical story she expected.

"Do I want to know about the Robear Berbils?" she tried.

"They are kind of difficult to describe," said Lion-o. "They aren't native to the planet, but they've been very helpful to my people. They look like bears but seem to be built of robotic components... Did I mention that they were difficult to describe?"

"It might have come up," said Angua, shaking her head and trying very hard to just not picture it. And figuring that once you got into robotic bears, it might be time to move on. "So, how's that seating in the back of the place like you mentioned? Quiet?"

"Yes, it's very quiet," said Lion-o. "The cheese grater and both the salt and pepper shaker like to stay up in the front."

"What does--"

But then Angua decided to actually look toward the other parts of the restaurant and it didn't take long to catch on. She blamed the fact that restaurants in general were distracting, and, you know. Cat. Big, bipedal, humanoid cat.

"Oh."

"Definitely the back, please."

"Right this way," said Lion-o, heading for a table towards the back. There may have been an over-sized plate setting up place settings and a passing spoon, but it was otherwise quiet.

"Liiiiiiooooon-ooooooooo!"

That was the only warning Lion-o would get before Momoko rushed through the door, spotted him, and attempted a tackle-hug.

"Hi Momoko!" said Lion-o, more than happy to be tackle-hugged. "Did you get the flowers?"

"I did! I did! Thank you, thank you! I totally wasn't expecting any and they're gorgeous! Thank you!" She gave him an extra tight squeeze. "Did you get the chocolates I made? They're totally not the same as flowers, but I hope you liked them?"

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"Oh, I much prefer chocolates to flowers any day," said Lion-o. "They were very good. Even Snarf thought so. I had to hide the rest of the chocolate from him so he didn't eat them all."

Momoko laughed. "I should have given him his own! I'm sorry!" She grinned at him. "So, how was your Valentine's Day? Did you get to go to the dance?"

"Don't worry about Snarf. He has no trouble finding his own stash of chocolate," said Lion-o, grinning. "I did make it to the dance, and I managed to stay out of the shadowy corner for once."

She gave him a thumbs up. "That's awesome! I wish I'd been there! Did you get dragged out onto the dance floor? You totally should have. Ah! I missed you in your suit! You look so nice in a suit!"

"No, I didn't do too much dancing. I was too busy clinging to the punch bowl," admitted Lion-o.

Momoko blinked. "Clinging... did someone spike the punch again?"

"Someone always spikes the punch," said Lion-o. "At least they waited until I moved onto the cookies before they spiked it."

"Oh! You meant you just stayed near the punch! You weren't actually, like, clinging to it." She nodded, finally understanding. "Well, I will totally go to the next dance and drag you onto the dance floor again. Promise!"

She bounced into a chair. "So what else is new?"

"Café Fina has a new owner! I met her last week. She's a former teacher who came back to Fandom," said Lion-o.

"Oh? Who? Do I know her?" Momoko tried to think of any of the female teachers she'd had and could only think of Ms Mode. Who she was sure would not have come back to run a cafe. "Is she nice?"

"Did you have any classes with Professor Lulu? 'Cause that's who it is. And she is really nice," said Lion-o. "I'm glad she's going to be taking over Café Fina. This place will definitely be in good hands."

If you'd prefer to avoid the flying beads.

Mmmmm, pancakes.

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