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Cafe Luke's, Monday

Never let it be said that Vincent couldn't roll with the punches. Yes, he was a pony. No, he had no idea how that was even possible, but he'd watched Jack turn into a dog not that long ago, and his doctorate was in molecular gastronomy, not biology or gene manipulation, so who knew?

And he was never one to turn down a good theme day.

Today's specials
Lemongrass stirfry with sprouts
Maple and brown sugar oatmeal
Wheatgrass smoothies

Vincent wasn't one to let a little thing like lack of hands to stop him from cooking, either.

Luke's was open.

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Maybe the NPC waiters aren't ponies?

Ask about the steaming coffee cup on his ass, perhaps.

"Please tell me you have food," said Alistair.

Mind, he'd been intending to do this since he found out what Luke's was for. It's just that being a pony made him look even more pitiful and please-feed-me about it.

Did Vincent have food? What a question. In light of their current poniness, Vincent decided not to comment sarcastically back at the poor . . . guy?

"Sure do. What can I get ya?"

Alistair threw a look over his shoulder - in as far as he could manage it - at checked out the whole menu... thing.

"What have you got," he said, at last, turning back. "I'm a big eater. I'd like some of everything." He squinted. "Though I'm... not sure if I can eat meat right now..."

"Honey, you want it, we got it." That was Vincent's way. "Try me. Order anything."

"All right."

Alistair took a moment to reflect on everything he'd ever seen horses and halla eat. Then he reflected on everything he'd ever eaten that didn't have meat in it.

Then he opened his mouth and ordered all of it.

"...oh, and some tiny cheeses, too, if you've got any."

Vincent madly took notes -- not an easy thing to do, considering he was trying to write with his mouth. He jotted down the tiny cheeses, flipped the pencil into a waiting empty (and clean) cup on the counter, and flashed Alistair a grin. "Coming right up."

Well, maybe not right up. Dude had ordered a lot, and it'd take a little while for Vince to get it all. He didn't quite fit on the shuttle in the walk in fridge, right now.

Okay, 'tiny cheeses', Alistair reflected, were probably not really pony food.

But he really, really liked them.

"Good," he said, with some audible relief, and trotted two steps back before realising he couldn't actually sit on any of the chairs.

The obvious solution was to lean his rear end on one of the tables. Obviously.

Vincent came back out with a tray clenched in his teeth, and innumerable dishes stacked along his head and back. When he saw where Alistair had settled himself, he gave a long suffering sigh and made a mental note to thoroughly scrub the tables when he had hands again.

He walked carefully over to start laying the various dishes on the table. "Let's see, that's. . . ." And he named them off one by one, just as Alistair had ordered them, with maybe an extra little flavorful flair here and there. ". . . and a side of tiny cheeses."

"Wow," Alistair breathed, "Those are really tiny cheeses." He was pleased! He'd be back here again! Hopefully when he was human-shaped and could actually sit somewhere.

He picked up some cheese with his mouth and nearly fell off the table, but somehow he managed to pull it off.

Vincent was starting to wonder if this would end in tears.

"It's all in the center of balance, honey," he advised. "Maybe you'd be better off standing while you eat?" That was what horses usually did, right?

"That... might not be a completely horrible idea," Alistair said, after that bit of the grassy thing had just wound up on the floor.

He quickly pulled himself off the table. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm just... not quite aware of horse-etiquette when it comes to eating. I just leave them alone for a bit and let them go about their business."

"Some folks prefer that," Vincent observed with somewhat forced cheer. "It's alright, just always better to get the food in your mouth than on the floor!"

The pony released a hearty laugh. With a side-dish of embarrassed. "That's definitely true," he said. "I mean, I've tried eating through my feet, but it never quite seems to work."

And then he-- well, 'attacked the food' was probably the best term, considering, because it didn't exactly take him long to put a big dent in it.

"Right! I'll leave you to it, then," Vincent decided. "Bon appetit!"

"This is really good!" Alistair called after him, only half his mouth full. "I'm coming back here later when I'm less of a... pony."

"Thanks!" Vincent did love hearing people enjoy his food. "I'll look forward to seeing your not-poniness."

Jack was in a good mood. Quite possibly because he was no longer a dog while everyone else was a pony.

Actually that was totally the reason.

"Vincent?" Jack asked as he approached the counter. "Is that you? Because if so that's a nice cup of coffee you there on your... uh, posterior."

Vincent ignored the comment about his posterior for the time being. Look, he was rolling with it, okay?

"Jack! You're not a dog any more!" Or a pony, Vincent noted. He supposed Jack got his animalness all out of the way already.

"Or a horse!" Jack said with a grin and wiggled his fingers. "Look! Fingers and thumbs. I'm a happy man. Say, listen, I just wanted to come by and thank you for looking after me while I was... you know. Especially for all those great meals you made me."

Granted Jack had no choice to eat them but... he was appreciative!

"Yeah?" Vincent said excitedly. Could it be he'd finally expanded Jack's palette? "You liked them? I'd never cooked for a dog before -- well, sometimes for Lojack, but you know him, he's not really what anyone would call an average dog -- oh, not that you were! Of course. Uh. Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah," Jack said cheerfully as he sat down at the counter. "I'm dying for one of your cheeseburgers."

Alas. So much for an expanded palette.

"Unless the whole hooves thing is an issue."

On the one hand, that'd be a really good excuse not to make a cheeseburger. On the other hand, Vincent was damn proud to being able to cook anything, even when he was a pony.

His pride won out.

"One cheeseburger," he said sadly, "coming right up."

"Excellent," Jack said. "And what about curly fries?"

Jack was into finger foods lately. Really anything he could use with fingers. FINGERS.

"Oh! Any beer?"

Hey, he was mentally in his 40s! That counted, right?

"Root beer," Vincent told him decisively. "I'm not going to contribute to the delinquency of minors."

"Oh, come on!" Jack whined. "I'm not a minor. At least not mentally a minor."

"And what would you say if Zoe tried a line like that?"

Jack opened his mouth to protest but then realized he had no argument to counter that so he closed his mouth again. He pouted for a few seconds in the hope that an argument would show up.

None did.

"Okay," he said in resignation. "I'll take the root beer."

"Excellent choice!" Vincent favored Jack with a toothy pony smile. "Coming right up!"

Jack's face went frowny for a moment in thought.

"That's just regular root beer, right?"

With Vincent, you really had to check.

"Of course!" If by regular, Jack meant "microbrewed with Bavarian nutmeg and wintergreen". But, really, he was sure Jack wouldn't even notice.

He went into the back and returned not long later with Jack's order balanced on his head. He ducked down to slide it off onto the counter, then popped the top on the root beer with his teeth.

Look, it wasn't like he could work a regular bottle opener, okay?

"Wow, you're getting pretty good at the whole no hands thing," Jack said before taking a swig of root beer.

Then making a face because of the nutmeg and wintergreen.

"Wow!" Jack said trying to recover from the facial reaction and put a good spin on the drink. "That sure is... different.

Vincent sighed. "That's because it's all natural, Jack."

"Oh! Yeah, sure!" Jack said in an attempt at being earnest. And failing. "Naturally delicious!"

"Why do I even bother?" Vincent sighed. "I appreciate the effort."

And now I'm running late for work. Dammit, why is it not still a weekend?

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