Luke's Diner, Thursday

[thatsamilkshake]

The strawberry cake last week had been a perfect bribe to avoid the glaring Francine wasn't sure she was going to get when she broke the dishes she wasn't sure she was going to break.

This time she didn't dream about breaking anything, but she still brought in extra cookies, just in case. It seemed like a sound policy in general.

Today's Specials
Maple and Brown-Sugar Glazed Ham
Maple-roasted root vegetables
Maple Drop Cookies

Luke's was open way late, oh day, I'm so glad you are over and mapley.

[OOC: and the OCD ran away with the spoon!]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"What's with all the maple, Francie?" This would be Katchoo plunking down at the counter and staring at the board. "Are you trying to suck up to Lacey or somethin'?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Lacey likes maple?" Lacey would have to be wearing a hat and a red serge uniform before Francine realized she was Canadian.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Somewhere else in town, Lacey was having a random fantasy sequence about being a Mountie.

"She's Canadian, Francie," Katchoo replied, taking up the slack since it wasn't like Francine could see said random fantasy sequence. "She'd probably complain about enforcing stereotypes, but you're cute enough to get away with it."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I didn't know there was a stereotype about Canadians liking maple." She only knew one Canadian well enough to know he was Canadian, and judging by Tony, the only thing she could say was that Canadians liked vampire shows and gay sex. Which is undeniably true, you have to admit. "Anyway, I didn't decide the specials; I just called in last night to ask, then made cookies to go with them."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Yes, that might be hard to dispute.

"You know, one of these days?" Katchoo reached for the nearest salt shaker and started to spin it around on the counter. "There'll be an invasion that needs to be stopped by baking about seven zillion cookies, and we won't be around for it."

[thatsamilkshake]

That was stupidly sobering. Because... cookie invasion, so it ought to be stupid, but... yeah, they wouldn't be here. For whatever did invade. "We could ship them over by Federal Express, but it wouldn't be the same."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Sorry, Francine; Katchoo kept brooding over that, lately. "Especially if it was the smell of baking cookies that was the key part."

She realized what a downer that was; that was why she was reaching out across the counter to Francine.

"Could always hope they save that one for a visit?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had been picking up a coffee pot, but she put it down now and leaned over to put her hands over Katchoo's.

If this gave her the deluxe vacation package view down Francine's blouse, oh well, so be it.

"That'd be a lot of baking to do in a hotel room."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"So we'll take over somebody's house for the week. Commandeer it in the name of saving the island."

Hello there, deluxe vacation package view! This was Katchoo not lodging a complaint with the travel agency at all.

"Speaking of hotel rooms . . ."

[thatsamilkshake]

"What about hotel rooms?" Francine cocked her head. "Oh, the--" There were no other customers, but she lowered her voice anyway. KITCHEN STAFF. "-- bathtub full of ice cream thing? Wow, is this the right weather for it."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"As long as it's not rocky road." Katchoo glanced past Francine to see the busboy peering over curiously, and flipped him off. "Howsabout we give that a try in, say, San Diego next weekend?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Blinkety-blink. "Why would we go to California when there's a perfectly good hotel here?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Because," Katchoo said -- hello, cat-who-ate-the-canary voice, "the perfectly good hotel here isn't hosting the Bitterwoman panel at San Diego Comic-Con with previews from the new movie and signings with a bunch of the artists?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, obviously not, since it's not in OH MY GOD REALLY REALLY REALLY?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Yes, really, Francie, geez!" Or, you know, not at all, since Katchoo had been sitting on this secret for months. Since about November, really. "Four day passes, hotel booked, and everything."

[thatsamilkshake]

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee!"

The management (not Lacey) would like to apologize to Katchoo's eardrums.

Then again, the giant smooshy hug -- FRANCINE WATCH OUT FOR THE COFFEE -- might help ameliorate the pain.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"FRANCINE! COFFEE!" was about as much as Katchoo was able to get out before there was smooshy hugginess that made further yelling a little difficult. "Geez, be a little more enthusiastic, will ya?"

No, Katchoo, don't tell her that. God.

[thatsamilkshake]

"When did you DO that? How? What? Don't you have to buy tickets for those things like... a year in advance?"

Well, no, but this year it came pretty damn close.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Nah, just be willing to sell a kidney. Or a slightly used liver," Katchoo cracked. As if anyone would want her liver. "I got 'em forever ago. Surprise?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Ohmigod, you total and complete big tiny pile of dorkdom, I LOVE YOU!" In case that was in doubt or something, there might have been grabbage of Katchoo by the collar at this point, and plantage of something kisslike right on the mouth there.