Cafe Luke's, Monday

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Vincent missed Eureka's jukebox. Nothing helped a slow day pick up the pace like a little Pink while bussing tables or basting pheasants. Sure, Luke's had a sound system, but Vincent almost never turned it on. That was just asking to draw too much attention to the little restaurant -- and more importantly, to the several human-sized hidey holes scattered about the restaurant for those who might need to duck away from loyalist patrols.

It'd been exciting for awhile. Eureka almost never had to deal with a totalitarian regime. The shine had worn off months ago, though, and now, Vincent mostly just missed things.

Today's specials
Grilled chicken with sprouts
Bran muffins
Fresh fruit salad

Like flavor. But too many fancy, fun dishes might draw attention to him, too.

Luke's was open.

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In a respectable, Umbridge supporting way, of course.

Talk to Vincent

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He'll probably sigh a lot.

Re: Talk to Vincent

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"Get me some food."

Kerrigan's manners had not improved with Umbridge's regime, and she leveled a cold stare at Vincent, as if expecting him to conjure her a meal within seconds of her entry.

Re: Talk to Vincent

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Sigh.

"Anything in particular you'd like, honey?" He asked. Sometimes, if he was nice, they'd be nice back.

He didn't have high hopes, though.

Re: Talk to Vincent

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"Something to eat," Kerrigan said. "As much of it as you can drag up."

She was such a charmer. Blame it on being a telepath.

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Deeper sigh.

"I take it you don't have any dietary restrictions," Vincent noted, as he grabbed one of the bran muffins for her to start on and put in an order for lots of chicken and sprouts.

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"I'm allergic to sarcastic commentary," Kerrigan commented dryly.

Her eyes swept over the restaurant, all-business. She was always on duty.

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"Just making sure, honey." In a moderately sarcastic way, yes.

He served up some fruit salad while he waited for the chicken to cook. Maybe it was her blood sugar.

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Kerrigan's eyes narrowed. "Seen anything suspicious lately?"

Re: Talk to Vincent

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"No ma'am," Vincent said, entirely honestly. (He didn't consider the resistance suspicious in the least, after all.) "Everything's been copacetic around here. That chicken will be all ready for you in two shakes."

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"Uh huh," Kerrigan said. She wasn't listening to him anymore - she was concentrating on listening for anything... well, suspicious... using her telepathy.

"It's been quiet here for a while, right?"

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"That's right," Vincent agreed. "Nice and quiet."

A little boring, even. Vincent started wiping down the perfectly clean counter, just to give his hands something to do while the rest of her food cooked.

"You been on patrol all day?"

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"Of course," Kerrigan replied. "You look away for one second and they're leaping off the cliffs like rats." Her upper lip curled.

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"Mmm," Vincent noted noncommittally. "Well, looks like your chicken's ready!" He hurried over to the chef, then returned with a perfectly boring filet of grilled chicken breast, with a nicely proportioned side of steamed brussel sprouts. "Here you are. Some nice patrol fuel for you."

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Kerrigan tossed some bills onto the counter without really taking her eyes off of Vincent the whole time. "I know you're lying to me," she said conversationally, "Almost everyone on this damned island does."

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"That must be hard on you," Vincent sympathized, rather than bother to try to deny anything. "Stop by any time."

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"One of these days I'm going to have a reason to take your head off," she said pleasantly, took her food, and turned around.

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Vincent figured she was probably right. "Have a nice day!" he called after her.

Really. Even Dr. Parish in Eureka had been nicer than that.

OOC

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I don't know what Vincent's complaining about. I love brussel sprouts and fresh fruit.

Maybe not the bran muffins, though.