fandomtownies | Cafe Luke's, Monday

You squash modder, you.

He recommends the squash.

"Hey, Vince," Jack said with a grin as he entered the cafe. "Look who I found wandering around the island."

And said someone was a large grey fuzzy dog that Vincent should have no trouble recognizing.

"Lojack!" Vincent certainly recognized him. He was the only non-robotic dog that Vincent knew. "He must have followed us here!"

Lojack barked happily in greeting and wagged his tail at Vincent. Hopefully this Vincent also liked to make gourmet dog snacks.

And because this is Lojack, he had a more sophisticated palate than JAck.

"Yep. He just showed up in the park the other day when I was jogging," Jack replied. "And he's been hanging here ever since. Can't figure out why he's here but he's not talking.

Lojack gave out a small whine. When was he going to get food?

"I bet you could use some good pate!" Vincent said cheerfully. To Lojack. He wasn't foolish or optimistic enough to try offering pate to Jack. "How about you? A pumpkin muffin?"

Muffins were simple! He couldn't turn down a good pumpkin muffin, could he?

Lojack barked happily and put up his paws up on the counter in happy anticipation.

Jack however paused a second before shrugging. "There's nothing funky in the pumpkin muffins, is there?" he asked cautiously.

Vincent popped into the back and returned with a lovely pate with just a smear of salmon paste for dressing. He set it down on the floor so Lojack didn't have to stretch to eat it.

"Just pumpkin and some spices," he explained to Jack. A beat. "You'll like the spices." They were pretty typical spices, really, just cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger. "And I can put a smidge of cream cheese icing on top, if you like."

Pleasepleaseplease, Jack, he's so hopeful.

Jack shrugged. "Sounds good. Can I get a cup of coffee too?" he asked as he sat down at a stool and watched LoJack savor the pate on the floor. "How's business by the way?"

"Coming right up!" These items didn't require going into the back, so Vincent just bustled about behind the counter, picking out a good looking muffin from the pastry display and pouring up a vinspresso. "And it's going pretty well. Nothing's blown up or shattered or spontaneously transmogrified in ages."

"Well that's got to be a record for you," Jack said with chuckle. "Better knock on some wood though before something in Fandom messes with your streak of good luck."

"I'm sure it'll come up with something," Vincent said. He'd long since resigned himself to having to rebuild his restaurant on a nigh-weekly basis. "How about you? How are classes?"

"Well it's slightly last crazy than last semester," Jack admitted. "Of course this semester I don't have a class with a talking horse or doing a crazy obstacle course through foreign cities. Though I'm not sure how I ended up in a course learning how to steal stuff."

"Someone's got a sense of irony, that's for sure," Vincent noted. "I've met a few talking horses. Of course, at the time I was one." He tilted his head. "Do you mean the pink one?"

He'd seen her that time he ended up on a web show.

"Yeah. Her. She's... interesting," Jack said shaking his head. "It was like watching a hyperactive puppy who could talk. Except she was a pony."

It made sense in Jack's head.

"She seemed a bit excitable." Honestly, Vincent had been paying more attention to the Herculean fellow with the amazing arms.

Well who wouldn't?

"Yeah that seems to sum her up," Jack replied. "Don't get me wrong. Very nice for a talking pony. And I can't believe I said that with a straight face."

"You wouldn't think a talking pony would be nice?" Vincent asked.

"No! Not at all," Jack replied. "You see there's Eureka weird. Notch that up abit and you get Fandom weird. Notch that even higher and you have a pink talking horse who is very nice but excitable weird."

"But for all you know, all talking pink ponies are nice. She probably think you're weird."

"Vince, in all your time in Eureka have you ever met a pink talking horse?" Jack asked seriously."And how could I be weird? Have you met me? I'm the most normal guy ever."

Except for the whole clone thing.

"Not on that scale," said Vincent. He might be kidding. "And Jack, you're a teenage clone of my former town sheriff, who's lived in Eureka for years and still hasn't gotten used to it. I'd say that's fairly special."

"That's special. Weird is completely different. And after living in Eureka I should be an expert on weird."

"Okay, Jack," Vincent said, rather than argue. Though it was pretty clear he was just humoring him. "Can I talk you into trying some of my acorn squash after your muffin?"

Jack frowned. "How about a burger?"

Sorry, Vincent.

A long suffering sigh. "One of these days, I'm going to put my foot down."

No. No, he wouldn't.

Having decided to wander the island to see what had changed, Troy had to blink when he saw the new sign on what he'd thought was a diner.

"So this place has changed," he said, without preamble, when he wandered in. "At least, at some point in the last, like, two and a half years, which I guess means it may have been a while."

"Just since this summer," Vincent assured him. "Damnedest thing, my cafe back home got itself zapped in and merged with this Luke's Diner place. Gotta love interdimensional physics."

Troy blinked. "... This island, I swear," he said. "I don't know why I ever left.

"I'm Troy, by the way. Used to go to school here. I'm taking over the Boards."

"Oh, that adorable little theater? That's great! If you ever need anyone to cater any events, let me know." Vincent offered his hand. "Vincent, master chef, at your service."

Troy took the hand for a firm shake. "Well, if the specials today are any indication, I will definitely keep you in mind," he said, grinning. "How's the ravioli?"

Living with Ryan for three years had definitely helped to expand Troy's palette, yes.

"Divine," Vincent gushed. He was not shy about promoting his own cooking, no. Nor was he usually exaggerating. "I've done it up with a hazelnut, sage, and brown butter sauce, and a side of root vegetables."

Troy's mouth? Totally watering. "That sounds amazing," he replied. "Uh, definitely take an order of that. And a spinach salad?"

What? You didn't maintain a body like Troy's without eating your greens.

"Of course!" Vincent loved an adventurous and varied palette. All of that in cute packaging was just an incredible bonus. "Anything to drink?"

Troy nodded. "What do you recommend?" he asked. "I don't think my usual Dr Pepper will cut it with this."

"It does have a certain complexity of flavor, but a cider might be more appropriate. Pear with cinnamon?"

Troy considered that. "Yeah, that sounds kind of awesome," he said. "I don't think I've ever had pear cider before."

"You'll love it. It's a little sweeter than apple, with that perfect, pear-y flavor note that you don't find anywhere else." Vincent bustled into the back to get the order ready, and returned forthwith with a gorgeously arranged plate of pasta and veggies, a side spinach salad, and a tall glass of chilled cider. "Bon appetit!"

Yeah, okay, Troy had to dive into that right away. If the noises he was making after the first bite -- inappropriate for public though they might be -- were any indication, Vincent could probably assume he liked the ravioli.

"Oh, my God," he said, after swallowing. "Marry me?"

That reaction meant that Vincent was maybe just a little in love -- he loved people who loved his food, and Troy was really VERY cute. He went for demure.

"I'd say we should probably get to know each other better first," he said with a small smile. "But keep up that kind of appetite, and you've got a very good shot!"

"Trust me," Troy said, after swallowing his next bite, "with me, appetite is not going to be a problem."

A few of the root vegetables, and Troy was adding, "So, I'm thinking maybe I should do a dinner theatre event? Because if you can cater for it, then I think it would go over really well."

Vincent's interest was totally peaked. "That'd be fun! I could do a dinner that goes with the theme of the play! Middle Eastern kabobs for Kismet, haggis for Brigadoon!"

"... Maybe we could skip the haggis?" Troy asked. "But yeah, I'm totally all over the thematic food. You could do, like, I dunno. Beef bourguignon and truffles in phyllo, for Tartuffe!"

"Don't knock the haggis until you've tried it," Vincent said. "But I do adore a good truffle."

"Do you ever do beef bourguignon?" Troy asked. "I haven't had it in ages."

"You name it, honey, I can cook it." It was Vincent's claim to fame. "I've got every ingredient known to man in my dimension, and several more besides." He'd had a wonderful time expanding after he got to Fandom and started learning about food from other worlds.

Troy laughed. "That's probably easier to manage from Fandom," he pointed out. "And makes me wonder what ingredients you have that I wouldn't be familiar with."

... Probably lots, Troy. You're not exactly a culinary expert. Or a molecular gastronomist.

"It'd take me days," Vincent said. He wasn't exaggerating. His freezer was large enough to require a shuttle. "I always welcome a challenge, though!"

*has butternut squash ravioli for dinner, tonight*

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