Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had arrived to work early, today. Earlier than any of the rest of the staff. Why? Sunday pancake damage control. The staff had been somewhat disappointed when they showed up to find Kanan already there, standing guard over the flour with a stern look on his face.

"I'm not saving the busboy from being crushed to death by pancakes three weeks in a row."

The staff tried to bargain with him, but he pointed out that he knew what a waffle was, they had those back home, too, and he wasn't going to be catching a stack of anything if it went tottering out of control today. It took them a good twenty minutes, but finally they negotiated a daily special that seemed to appease everyone.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Steak, Spinach, and Mushroom Crêpes with Balsamic Glaze.
Spinach, Artichoke, and Brie Crepês with Sweet Honey Sauce
Lasagna Crêpes with Ricotta and Spinach
Herbed Crêpes with Eggs, Swiss, Ham, and Browned Butter
Pumpkin Crêpes with Beer, Cinnamon Apple, and a Chocolate Drizzle
Chocolate Amaretto Crêpe Cake
Crêpes Suzette
Lefse


"... A crêpe is just a flatter pancake, isn't it?"

The cook whistled innocently, and then got back to making more.

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

So, after coming in and doing a thorough check of his back room to make sure no more old guys in suits were going to just appear there in a flash of light (not that he even knew what he was looking for, but last weekend had made him paranoid, and having checked things out at least let him relax a little), Sparkle settled in for a long day of...

... Of mostly just being bored. Sundays were generally pretty quiet. He figured it was a small-town thing.

It was days like these, especially leading up to Valentine's Day, that he kinda wished he still worked at Dite's, too.

Demon Marcus was open. And the manager was sitting behind the counter, doing his nails.

[OOC: No OCD today, la.]