fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, May 9 (Monday)

Last week's election results had been disheartening, at best, to say the least. The kitchen staff, in their own special way, were going to be asking Lacey questions about it all day, and Lacey, in her own special way, would be spending most of the day answering in far too much well-meaning but not entirely coherent detail.

In between questions and customers, she'd be contemplating writing notes to Fandom's other Canadian citizens, apologizing for Saskatchewan . . . and wondering if it was a good idea or a bad idea to include a postscript disclaiming that in her defense, she was from Toronto.

Being Lacey was fun sometimes.

Today's Specials
Smoked Ham, Roasted Radicchio, and Cheese Panini
Bacon-Wrapped Eggs with Polenta
Potato Leek Soup

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Luke's is open, and blunderingly, earnestly civic-minded. North of the border, anyhow.

. . . how does that work when currently in Iceland? Don't answer that.

[OOC: Oh, I am so not awake enough for OCD. Also I blame

shagthis.]

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Sam had headed into town in hopes of finding a decent Groovy Smoothie equivalent. She was going to just note the diner location and keep walking -- she wanted a smoothie right now, dammit -- but then she spotted the specials.

Listing both ham and bacon. Two of her favorite meat products!

Which would be how Sam ended up at Luke's attempting to hug and snuggle the specials sign.

[ooc: it had to be done.]

Look, on the scale of Strange Things Lacey Had Seen In Fandom Thus Far, this was not on the high end, but it was definitely a new one. Not to mention that she was A Little Concerned about the sign, since drawing all those little flowers around the borders was hard.

"Uh . . . hi, there," she said with a slightly hysterical little giggle as she hurried over. "Is there something you, uh . . . need help with?"

Did the specials board have some kind of long-lost anthropomorphic twin? When had she gotten to the point where questions like that came to mind so easily?

Alas, Sam's twin wasn't nearly so amazing as a sign advertising two different varieties of awesome pig product.

Sam looked up at Lacey. "How much is the bacon?" she asked.

Blink. "Just the bacon?" Lacey asked in return.

[OOC: Arrrrrrgh, sorry, work 'sploded!

. . . not literally.]

"Well, the eggs are good, too," Sam said consideringly. "But I don't know what 'polenta' is."

[ooc: haaaaaaate when that happens!]

"Oh, well." Lacey had a lot of experience explaining foods to people from Dog River; that didn't give her any good idea of how well said explanations would go over on any given day, though. She waved her hands vaguely. "It's sort of a cornmeal-mush thing. See, the polenta goes into a custard cup lined with bacon, and the egg and cheese goes on top of that. Like a savory breakfast tart. Kind of."

Don't get too fancy there, Lacey.

"Sooooooo, it's like bacon-egg-and-cheese cornbread?" Sam's eyes went all wide. It was possible she was trying to hug the specials board even tighter, now.

". . . more or less." Lacey was starting to fear for the specials board's, um, psychological well-being. (Shh. She was neurotic.) "You know, if you let go of that you can give it a try?"

Sam might have actually forgotten that she was clinging to it, actually. She blinked and stepped away.

"For free?"

Blame it on the board-hugging, but . . .

"Well, a sample, at least."

Lacey was a little too concerned about inanimate objects, at least the ones connected to her job.

Free samples! Sam might be in love -- with more than just the sign.

"Deal. I promise not to hug the sign any more."

For some reason, that made Lacey feel like she had to pat the sign in a consoling way, as if she were worried its feelings might be hurt if it got abandoned for food.

Lacey might be projecting onto the sign a little. Shh.

"Okay then! I should have a fresh batch just about ready to go . . . do you want to get anything else, maybe? A drink, or . . . ?"

Sam was pretty sure that bit wouldn't be free, but she could spare a couple dollars. "Do you have smoothies?"

Well, maybe if they were proper Canadians with floppy heads this all wouldn't have happened. Did you think of that, Lacey? Did you?

There wasn't a single KFC on the island, Stan had found. So, when he gave up and just checked out the closest place. So, after staring at the fruity little menu for a few minutes, he sighed. "Can I just get a normal burger?"

"Yes," Lacey said in the tone of put-upon indulgence (as in I AM INDULGING YOU NOW, SEE HOW ACCOMMODATING I AM? SEE IT?) that hadn't gotten much of a workout since Dog River, "you can get just a normal burger."

With airquotes around 'normal' and everything.

"No fruity ingredients on it?" Stan had to check. Just in case.

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