Trooper Station; Monday [02/12].

[died8yearsago]

With Brooklyn being only about a five hour trip from this place, Rosa realized she could just hightail it back for the weekend, crash at her girlfriend's place, and be among normal people in a normal place for a while. And it was pretty bad when Brooklyn was normal compared to a place. It seemed like a great plan at first, but then there was one big, glaring problem.

She had to actually come back.

Thankfully, there didn't seem to be a lot of paperwork waiting for her. And though she couldn't tell, she liked to imagine that the troopers were covered in horrible bee stings underneath their armor. It helped her get through the day, really, and might explain the occasional worrisome chuckle that seemed to slip out when any of them shifted even a little, as if in discomfort.

The Trooper Station is open.

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"A cupid costume," Eliot said. "Seriously?" He didn't normally bring up the things his staff did to torment Kanan, but then Kanan also didn't usually report on those things in any detail on the radio reports. "And did you have to put his shirt in the freezer?"

The kitchen staff exchanged looked. "Um," said the busboy. "It's what we do."

"He's not even the new guy anymore," Eliot said. "He's been working here forever."

"You're all the new guys," said the cook. "We only really answer to Luke."

"No one knows who that is."

"Sure we do," said the dishwasher, rolling his eyes. "He's the guy who founded this place. The original was in a former hardware store in Connecticut. Used to have a ban on cellphones. Those were the days."

Eliot stared at him.

"What, did you think someone just decided one day 'You know what would be a great name for a diner? Luke' for no good reason?"

". . . Yeah!"

The dishwasher just sighed at him and shook his head.

Today's specials
Ricotta cheese burger with pickled zucchini
Sweet potato buffalo fries
Strawberry mascarpone milkshakes

Luke's was open.