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Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday

Okay, so Toby had found himself a job. A real, honest-to-goodness, not-just-guessing-people's-weights sort of job. He could do this, he could handle it, he...

had an extremely limited repitoire when it came to what he knew how to cook.

TODAY'S SPECIAL:
PIZZA
CUPCAKES

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Of course, Gigi the droid is still on rollerskates, so there's a chance she may crash into your table if you flag her down...

Who's glad the kitchen droids seem to know what they were doing as far as menu items.

Sam mostly came in to get out of his room and away from the brooding he'd been doing all week. He hadn't heard of this place and didn't want the diner people to know him well enough to start memorizing his order (that was just weird to him) so he wandered in and started snickering at who he saw.

Well, at least this place wasn't Plumpy's. He'd be shaking his head instead of laughing if Toby had ended up in a place like that.

"Shut up," Toby said with a scowl, although there was no real heat behind the words.

"Hey hey, I'm just surprised to see you here as an employee," Sam said, holding up a hand. "Feels like our roles have been reversed. Your job duties include scraping gum off the bottoms of the tables?"

"I didn't exactly have much choice," Toby rolled his eyes. "And I leave the gum-scraping to the robot-things, thanks."

"Oh, calm down," Sam said, making a face at Toby's eyerolling. "You can't get all pissy when I know how it feels to work in foodservice. At least you don't have a stupid hat or some ill fitting uniform. When'd this happen? Have I been missing out on ordering you around?"

He was still kidding, Toby. Calm down.

"I'm totally calm," Toby shot back. "And don't worry, you haven't been missing out. I only just got hired Wednesday. It was either this or an up close and personal meeting with a laser sword, so..."

"...laser sword?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Were you gonna go to work in a coal mine that I haven't heard about? I think I'd prefer smelling like grease to getting a black lung."

"Yeah, no," Toby shook his head. "The owner of this fine establishment caught me trying to sneak out on the bill, and he happens to own a laser sword. I didn't feel like running in to the business end of it." Not that Zayne would've resorted to something that drastic, Toby was pretty sure, but you never did know...

"Yeah, I think I'd avoid that too," Sam said, nodding. "I don't think even the world's strongest cartoon decorated band-aid could heal that one up."

It'd probably hurt a lot.

"How's the work so far?" he asked, glancing around. "Looks a little more upscale than Plumpy's so you're doing better than me. Guess you can't ditch a bill anymore since people are gonna know you now."

"Well, and I won't have to, since I'll actually have, you know. Cash. It's not so bad- I've made a pizza or two, and the robots seem to know what they're doing." Right on cue, Gigi dropped a stack of plates as she careened into a wall, and Toby winced. "...Mostly."

[ooc: being dragged out to go berry picking, should hopefully be back in a few hours!]

Edited 2011-08-19 19:03 (UTC)

Sam didn't say anything for a second, too busy watching Gigi hit the wall and make a mess. Eventually, he turned back to Toby and smirked slightly.

"New girlfriend of yours, right?"

[And I'll be off to work so I might be sloow till laterish]

"Nah, actually, she saw you approaching and asked if I could introduce you," Toby retorted.

"Oh yeah?" Deciding to play along, Sam perked up and made a show of straightening his messy hair and straightening an invisible tie. "You think she'll go for me now? I've always wanted a girlfriend with no human parts."

"She didn't seem deterred when I listed your numerous bad habits," Toby informed Sam. He had, of course, done no such thing.

Yeah, Sam didn't think Toby had done that but now he was curious about what Toby would list.

"And what bad habits did you tell her, Bus Boy?" Hey, if Toby was gonna set him up with clumsy robots, he was gonna call him names.

Toby flung a crumpled-up napkin at Sam's forehead before replying. "Cheerio hog. Drinks milk out of the carton. Chews his fingernails. Makes up outrageous lies about his friends," he delivered the list with a straight face (although there was a bit of a twitch as he tried not to smirk at that last item), ticking off each item with his fingers as he went.

Date time! Food time!

Wait. Why was Toby working? "Helloooooo?"

[back at lunch!]

"Hey! Kenzi!" Toby smiled brightly at her, hoping to distract from the fact that he was, well, working there.

"Hi," she drawled. "Sooo, you're serving me tonight?" Eyebrow-waggle? (Partly confused, as well as flirty).

Well, so much for that. "And accompanying you. Double-duty," Toby said with a nod. "I think the robots can handle things for a bit if I sit down. I'm about due for a break anyway..."

"Hunh. Okay?" Kenzi perched her chin on her hands, watching him. "So when did you start working here? And what do you recommend, in-charge-guy?" Robots? Coooooooool.

"Today's my first day, actually." He wasn't going to go into detail about the 'getting caught' part just yet. "As for recommendations, um. It's not burgers, but... the pizza's pretty much my specialty?" Or the only thing on the menu he felt confident making. Details.

[ooc: being dragged out to go berry picking, should hopefully be back in a few hours!]

"Pizza is good!" Kenzi was still watching him, trying to figure this out. "Does it pay well? Is there free food? You like cooking?"

It was work. Good grief.

[np! have fun!]

"It pays more than carnival tricks, yes, and it's okay?" Toby shrugged. He didn't hate cooking, but it wasn't as if he'd actually gone looking for a restaurant job.

"Hunh. One with the works, then." Kenzi's still looking at him, thinking there's more to it, but doesn't know how to ask the right questions to get him talking. "So, if I came up with a good carnival idea, for the next time they have one here, would you still be up for it?"

Toby relaxed visibly at that. She knew something was up, he could tell, but if she couldn't figure out how to ask... he wasn't going to offer up the information just yet. "Sure," he said, glad for the change of topic. "Do you have anything in mind yet?"

"Fortune-telling tent," Kenzi said promptly. "With you out front doing your weight-trick. They'll be that much more convinced I have magic powers if you show some off first." She grinned. "I can do tarot, crystal ball, or palm reading, maybe some runes or I Ching if we get that crowd. And you can listen to whatever people say outside the tent, maybe signal me if they want to know love or money or career crap."

"Can do," Toby said, tossing off a mock-salute. "I took a workshop on destiny and free will and stuff and we sort of touched on the whole fortune telling thing buuuut I think I'll be leaving that part to you."

"Perfect," Kenzi said in satisfaction. "Mr. Caffrey may be made of awesome, but we'll do so much better with the people here than any three-card monte deal."

Out and about a bit this morning, but should hopefully be around most of the day, yay.

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