Luke's Diner, December 13 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey's grand plan of making sure the troopers and police force were supplied with food and coffee over the course of last week hadn't exactly gone according to schedule, but that was hardly her fault when the storage closet had locked her in and not let her back out until this morning, was it? (In retrospect she'd probably been safer that way, but it was hard to be appreciative when you were still picking pinto beans out of your hair, and all you'd done in the first place was go in for a pack of coffee filters.)

In short, she was irritable, and slightly traumatized, and very much in a mood for therapeutic baking -- which was why, after a quick trip home to shower and get a fresh change of clothes, she promptly commandeered the oven, made the kitchen guys work the front, and proceeded to indulge herself with a lot of consolatory confectionery.

Today's Specials
Macaroni and Cheese . . . and Cookies
Three-Chese Mushroom and Spinach Calzone . . . and Cookies
Tuna Noodle Casserole with Leeks and Fresh Dill . . . and Cookies

NOW HIRING -- See Manager for Details
. . . and Cookies

Luke's is open, and smelling rather a lot like it ought to be round, golden-brown, and juuuuuuuust the perfect amount of chewy. And melty.

[OOC: OCD-free, and modding your service today is highly recommended as I'm going to be quite scarce until evening. Also, today's specials board is rilla_myrilla's fault.]

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[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"Do I smell...cookies?" asked Angua as she came in and took her usual seat, not at all facetiously*.

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[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Just a few!" Lacey called, head popping up over the edge of the service window like a flour-covered and overly perky jack-in-the-box. "Oatmeal raisin, almond, chocolate-chocolate chip, I'm about to start a batch of peanut butter . . ."

[colourfulscents.livejournal.com]

"...And after that?" asked Angua with an arched eyebrow.