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Luke's Diner | Friday | June 3

There were a lot of things on Bod's mind today when he wandered in to work. He hadn't thought things could get much worse after watching a friend die earlier this week but then Kate had come back, absolutely wrecked and he'd been proven wrong. He greeted the staff quietly but said little else before making his way to the front to get things prepped for opening.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
Chicken Parmesan
Baked Penne with Fennel
Passion Fruit Cheesecake

Luke's is open!

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Bod's there and will definitely help you but he's a little quieter and broodier than usual!

Anakin was on the island today for the Strawberry Social, and he figured it was a perfect opportunity to check in on a couple of students he hadn't seen in his office yesterday.

"Hello, Bod," he said with a tiny smile. "Do you think coffee would go with the cheesecake?"

"I think it would depend on how you like your coffee," Bod said, moving over to nod at Professor Skywalker. "The cheesecake's quite sweet so I think just about any variation of coffee would work."

"I drink it black," he said, sitting down. "So I think I'll have a slice of the cheesecake and a cup of coffee. A big cup, please."

"Of course, sir," Bod said, scribbling the order down and handing it back to the cook. "It shouldn't be too long. How are you today, sir?"

Anakin's lips quirked. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

"I think I'm doing about as well as can be expected," Bod answered, shrugging. "Between myself and some things Kate's gone through just recently, we've been trying to take care of each other. She had an awful time of it yesterday."

Edited 2011-06-03 16:29 (UTC)

"What happened?" Anakin asked, frowning.

"She watched someone die as well," Bod shared, shaking his head. "It wasn't a friend but it was an innocent and it affected her quite a lot. She can't stop thinking about it."

"So June is starting where May left off," Anakin replied, running his hands through his hair. "No sleep for either of you, then?"

"I slept some but I'm not sure if Kate did," he admitted, shrugging. "She's in the frame of mind where she wants to just pass out from exhaustion. It's worrying."

Anakin nodded. "I know that instinct pretty well. Just keep going until your body gives out on you. It's not at all healthy, but I do understand it. I don't suppose she'd consent to seeing the clinic staff about it."

"She won't," Bod said with complete certainty. "She's a private person and I'm sure she'll get through this with the passage of time. I just wish there was more I could do to help her but it's hard when I'm sad as well."

Anakin thought back to his conversation with Warren yesterday and looked pensive. "Is there someone else she could lean on too?" he asked. "It doesn't do either of you any good if you both break under emotional pressure."

"I don't -- " Bod paused and pursed his lips. "I don't think she wants to exactly and I want to be there for her as well. I'm used to death. I grew up around it and I've seen the afterlife, in a manner of speaking. She hasn't and I should be the strong one."

Anakin took a sip from his coffee before shaking his head. "It's not about 'should' here," he said. "Don't try to ignore your own feelings by concentrating on hers."

"I don't think I'm ignoring them," Bod said thoughtfully. "I'm just not as focused on them as I was earlier in the week. I'm trying to move on and I'm trying to help Kate as well. I know she needs me and she doesn't admit that easily."

"Fandom has a habit of throwing crisis after crisis at us without giving us a chance to breathe or process," Anakin admitted. "Don't be surprised if all of this comes back to hit you unexpectedly in a few months when you think you've gotten over it all."

"I have experience with that happening," Bod admitted and frowned because that particular set of memories involved Katniss. "I don't think there's really anything to do but cope."

"Yelling about the unfairness of it all doesn't really do anything but make your throat hurt," Anakin replied.

"And there are far better ways to handle things than yelling," Bod agreed with a nod. "I miss her but I knew this might happen and I hope she found peace wherever she ended up."

"I just wish I could get in contact to find out the fate of her mother and sister," Anakin said, "but so far, none of my messages have been acknowledged."

"Perhaps there's just too much going on?" Bod suggested. "Or there's some issues with communication between worlds?"

Anakin nodded. "It could be."

Optimism was not a comfortable look on him.

"I'm sure things will even out soon," Bod said hopefully. "I doubt your messages can be ignored for too long. Someone will have to answer eventually just to stop the messages from coming."

"Hopefully from someone I'd want to talk to," Anakin said with a slightly forced smile.

"Well, any answer would be more than you're getting now," Bod pointed out. "It'd be something."

If you'd rather go at it alone, here's the place for you!

Ariel, dressed in more red than anyone with her hair color should be and not planning on getting more than perhaps some fries today because of the Strawberry Social, breezed into the diner today because she had some very important news to share before fleeing over to the party.

"Ohmygosh," she said as she plopped on her usual stool and looked imploringly at her friend from the other side of the counter, "Bod."

"Hullo, Ariel," Bod said, nodding at her when she arrived. "Are you all right?"

"Better than all right," Ariel informed him, lifting her chin with an air of confidence and almost superiority. "Remember what we talked about last week?"

"Vaguely," Bod said, nodding. "It's been a long week and I haven't thought much about the week past. Did something happen?"

"Oh, geez," said Ariel with a snort, rolling her eyes. "Good to know our little get togethers here mean so much to you, Bod. But remember, we were talking about deep frying cherry tomatoes and you said it probably couldn't be done because they were so delicate, remember?"

"I apologize, it's been an extremely difficult week," Bod reiterated before nodding. "But yes, I do remember that. I take it you tried it out?"

Ariel sighed slightly. Hearing that Bod had had a difficult week took an awful lot of fun out of this, and just made her feel bad, that it seemed her friends tended to have lots of bad weeks and then when she tried to be cheerful at them, it just left her feeling unimportant and maybe even a little annoying.

Still, she was determined to trudge on. "I did," she nodded. "And it. Was. Awesome! Miss Burrows did it with basil and mozzarella cheese, too, basil right from these little planters right here, and, ohmygosh, Bod. You really need to try it; incredible!"

Then there was a slight pause, some of her worry creeping through as she then asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sure I will be," he said, nodding. He figured he'd just need time and some separation from the events of the past week to start moving on. "You and Lacey deep fried a salad, then?"

That's what it sounded like, at least.

"Pretty much," Ariel agreed with a nod, though Bod's mood was taking a lot of oomph out of the victory and now she was just concerned for him. "She put it on a stick to make it a little easier to eat. After a deep fried mini sort-of salad, I'm really going to have to stretch my brain for the next thing to deep fry."

"She put the salad on a stick?" Bod asked, sounding surprised about that. "How did all the things stay on the stick? It would seem that tomatoes would just...fall off, I guess."

"Well, you know," said Ariel, "they were the little tomatoes, the cherry ones, so they were whole and you just put the stick through them and they stayed pretty good. Like a kebab."

"Oh, oh!" Bod said, nodding as realization dawned on him. "All right, I was picturing everything tied to a stick with a rubber band or something similar. That way makes much more sense. I'm glad it turned out so well for you."

Ariel grinned faintly. "Now I'm trying to see how it might work your way," she noted. "And thanks. I'm glad it worked out well, too, because it was delicious. Maybe I'll see about strawberries next week; there's a big party with strawberries today, you know..."

"I do know," Bod said, nodding. "I might check it out. I have to check on Kate before anything else and if she's not feeling up to it, I might not attend. She's a bit under the weather."

Edited 2011-06-03 16:28 (UTC)

"Is she not feeling well?" Ariel asked. "Or has she had a bad week, too?"

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