fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, January 17 (Monday)

Lacey still didn't know why exactly the squirrels had decided to herd her into the radio booth yesterday to make that announcement, but she was still firmly convinced that this meant they had some kind of weird platonic wee squirrelly crush on her.

She thought it was sweet, and in her strange overcompensating way had decided to make them a rum and nut cake as thanks. Of course, it was an interesting contrast to today's specials, chosen in light of the surprisingly warm weather, but that was all right; this cake wasn't meant for human consumption.

. . . which didn't mean she wasn't using human food-grade ingredients. Smart squirrels and all.

Today's Specials
Summer Bean Salad with Toasted Walnuts and Pecorino Fresco
Gazpacho
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake

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Luke's is open, and summery, and kind of nutty. Some might point out that on Mondays, that last statement is a given if you interpret it the right way . . .

[OOC: Also OCD-freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, as I flee to work now.]

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"Hello, Lacey," Angua said as she came into the diner as usual. "I see your specials board has taken to reflect the change in the weather a little..."

"Angua!" Lacey set aside her polishing -- yes, polishing -- of the leaves of the planter spinach to beam at her. "Well, of course it has. With weather like this, it'd be a crime not to."

She snickered. "Get it? Crime?"

It was amazing nobody was throwing tomatoes at her from the kitchen.

"Yeah," Angua laughed a little despite herself; really, it was Lacey's asking that did it. "I got it. You just come up with that? It's pretty good."

For the oldest cop joke in the book, anyway.

"No, I used it on Karen and Davis back in Dog River all the time," Lacey admitted. "I needed a fresh audience for the joke."

Also, Oscar Leroy had booed her half the time when he was within earshot.

"Planning on getting out there for that luau later?"

"I...don't know," Angua admitted. "It's..."

She supposed she could explain that it was a bad time for her, but she knew exactly how Lacey would interpret that.

"The weather change is playing hell on my sinuses."

Which was true. In addition to the full moon coming up, this was having her want to chug a bottle of aspirin and just sleep for a week, too.

"Awww," Lacey said, genuinely sympathetic. "It's either the sinuses, or the knees. Can I get you some hot tea or something to help with that a little?"

Now that she kept a good stock on hand for John and all. Ahem.

"Actually?" Angua said, looking a little hopeful, and she did do the hopeful look quite well, considering her genes. "A hot cup of tea would be perfect."

"You ask, we deliver," Lacey said, and her delivery could have used a little less perky given the cheesetastic phrase. "I've got about thirty varieties now!"

As the large wicker tea basket she pulled out onto the counter could attest. Sheesh. Overcompensating much, Lacey?

"Only thirty?" asked Angua wryly. "However will I choose?"

"Eenie meenie miney moe is always a good fallback," Lacey replied. "Although peppermint's nice when your sinuses are icky."

"No peppermint," said Angua, a bit too quickly. "How about just a nice black tea? Maybe with a little bit of lemon?"

Lacey pulled up short halfway through filling a hot water pot, with an audible "Meep!"

"Oh, gosh, sorry! Allergies?" she guessed, wildly. "Black tea's just as good. Nice little bit of lemon for that citrusy zing, clear those sinuses right up!"

"I just really, really cannot do peppermint," Angua said, shaking her head.

Cleared up the sinuses a bit too well, really.

"Bad experiences with peppermint oil. Say what you will about the bad guys in Ankh-Morpork, but they certainly don't lack in creativity."

Luke's Diner, January 17 (Monday)

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