Luke's Diner, June 21 (Monday)

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Lacey did not want to talk about Friday in any way, shape or form, so of course it was the first subject that came up when the busboy arrived, and Lacey, being a horrible liar, was unable to avoid it.

She also blustered so much that by the time the rest of the staff was on hand and the story had gotten around, it had been mangled enough that no one could decide if she'd been a stripper, a groupie, or if she'd gone and gotten a dozen piercings they couldn't see. This, luckily, meant that no one questioned the need to wash, dry, and put away the rest of the new set of dishes that'd been necessary to order after some random, bizarre Fandom incident left the diner with half its plates and mugs smashed by a sledgehammer on Saturday morning.

Whew.

Today's Specials
Pasta Salad with Cherry Tomatoes and Green Olivada
Three-Cheese Mushroom and Spinach Calzone
Pork Tenderloin with Pears and Shallots

NOW HIRING - See Manager for Details

Luke's is open, and not so -- ooh, new dishes.

[OOC: And also OCD-free today. Just for once. SO THERE.]

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It took about seven coffee breaks to get to lunch break, and Angua couldn't be out the door fast enough. Of course, it was a perfectly normal Monday, after what would be insisted was a perfectly normal weekend, but scents didn't lie and some scents in particular had a habit of lingering.

There was none of that here, only delicious food and paranoia. Angua breathed in a deep, happy sigh as she sat on her usual stool at the counter. And then:

"Oooh, new dishes?"

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. . . the paranoia was tasty too? Lacey would probably take that as a compliment.

"Hi, Angua," she said a bit frenetically, more than happy to have an excuse to avoid the kitchen guys for a few minutes. "Yeah, there was a little bit of an . . . an impulse decision. I just decided I wanted something a little more decorative."

Where the plates had been plain before, the new ones had one very thin, light blue line as a border. It was a drastic difference. Really.

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It was kind of like chocolate without the sickness and the urge to eat grass that came with it; it provided a very satisfying distraction.

Angua shrugged a little. "I like them; they're nice."

Which was possibly one of the most detailed conversation she'd ever had about kitchenware.

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"I don't know, they're a little plain," Lacey said slowly, frowning down at one of the plates. Because they hadn't been before, apparently. "But who really comes here for the plates, anyway, right?"

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"I'm sure there's got to be at least one plate fetishist in this town," Angua mused. "And if not the plates, then at least the flatware."

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"Oh, gosh," Lacey told her, eyes widening with palpable if incoherent horror. "Wouldn't Cafe Fina be more their style for that sort of thing?"

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"You would think," said Angua, shaking her head sadly, "but there are all sorts of levels of depravity when it comes to place setting persuasions."

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. . .

. . .

Lacey hoped her voice didn't squeak too much when she turned around and called into the kitchen, "Boys, how hot is the water you're using in the sink in there?"

Flail, Lacey, flail! Think about adding that to the job application!

Wait, no. Don't do that.

"That's a bit of a far cry from people who refuse to eat if the fork isn't in the right place on the napkin, isn't it?"

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See? And Angua was feeling better already.

She nodded. "People," she said, "are a strange breed indeed, aren't they?"