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Cafe Luke's, Monday

After spending the weekend ~~mostly handwavily~~ hanging out with Jen and Tish -- with pretty much nothing strange happening at all, thanks a lot Fandom -- it was a little bit melancholy, getting up for work Monday morning without them around.

The kitchen staff did their best to make up for it by making fun of Priestly's clothes and putting stuff in his hair. Priestly just sighed, leaning against the counter.

"Thanks, guys," he said. "But it's just not the same."

"I hate you so much," said the cook.

Today's specials
Macaroni and cheese
Roasted beets
Sweet potato pie
Now hiring! Most shifts available!

Luke's was open.

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*sighs longingly*

Food was needed. It was Monday. So Kenzi wound her way over to the Diner. "Macaroni and cheese? What kind of cheese?"

Also, that was not a vegetable. YAY.

Kenzi! . . . He so needed male friends. "Cheddar. It's a classic for a reason. I did it up with paprika, worchester sauce, and mustard powder. I'm thinking of throwing in some squash or broccoli to bulk it up."

Like you're going to get away with no veggies. Please.

He really did. Maybe if he hung out at the gym?

"You don't have to do that for me," Kenzi told him, nodding hard. "I'm good with special sauces. And cheeeese. And pasta. I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"You seriously overestimate the difficulty of vegetables."

"No I don't. They're harrrd. As hard as trigonometry. Which I have avoided taking and will not have to if I graduate from this place next May," Kenzi informed him, pouting. "...squash. If you must. You made that taste okay last time."

"That trick I used on the squash? Works on most vegetables. Plus? Edible raw. It's like they're a miracle food." Priestly gave her a knowing look. "And mac and cheese just isn't mac and cheese without some broccoli. They say it's brain food. Might help with that whole graduating in May thing. Sure, no trigonometry requirements at good old Fandom High, but you never know when you'll have to think your way out of a zombie invasion."

"Bleah." Kenzi stuck out her tongue, then had to ask, "Was there a zombie invasion sometime? We had those meteor-rock monster things, my first semester here." She paused. "And I get a mexi-mocha shake if I'm having veggies. Fair is fair."

"You really can't live on sugar and dairy products alone, you know," Priestly said. But hey, at least he wasn't going to have to sneak the broccoli in. "And yeah, some hoodoo-y dude summoned up a bunch of zombies to attack the Girls With Guns club . . . I guess my first year, here? I had to fend off a zombie version of a friend of mine with a stick. 'Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude,' he kept saying." Priestly shuddered. "Apparently wasn't the first zombie invasion, either. Where do you think the band at Caritas comes from?"

Kenzi blinked, hard. "I was trying not to think about that," she said reproachfully. "But if I had felt like guessing, I would've thought Tino brought them from somewhere for cheap music... Duuuuuuude." She shuddered, then snickered. "Girls with Guns club? I wanna join that! Although, Pajama Club is pretty awesome."

"You could probably start a new one. What's the pajama club? We didn't have that one."

"We hang out on Tuesdays in our pj's, eating cereal and watching trashy TV. Last time was Real Housewives of Somewhere Richer than Here." Kenzi grinned, then spun around on her stool. "I couuuld, maybe? You need to get a faculty advisor for those things, right? I wonder if Bo would be up for that."

More than likely, not. But that was no reason not to ask!

"That's the rumor," Priestly said. "I never started any clubs, myself."

"What did you do, mostly, besides survive?" Kenzi tilted her head. "Rock band? Art student?" Stereotyping, maybe, but hey, she typified both stereotypes herself. "And food for the fighty-types. Also, non-fighty types. Also, people sitting here wishing they had meerkats to steal food for them again."

"There is so no reason to steal food on this island," Priestly pointed out. "I did a lot of dying people's hair. And bumming around. We took a prince bowling, once, before he wandered off looking for his long lost love or something." Priestly missed Edward. "And I tried to teach a Klingon about joy."

"What's a Kling-on?" That sounded... either laundry-related or wrong. "Although taking a prince bowling sounds fun." Kenzi pulled a strand of her hair forward to examine. "Hair-dying, always fun. Wigs too... and stealing is fun for itself!"

"And yet, not so much for the person you're stealing from. A Klingon is one of the bumpy headed alien species. Very scowly. Decent opera, though."

"Hunh. Opera." Bleah! Kenzi pointed at Priestly. "But not if that person doesn't notice, and just thinks they lost their stuff. Although some rich people--" Thinking of Bruce Wayne, specifically. "--could stand to lose stuff but get way, way threateny if they think it's on you."

"I'm all for a more equivalent distribution of property," Priestly said. "Or declaring it all communal. But who declared you the decider of who has too much stuff?"

"If people have more stuff than me, then they have too much. I mean, I'd never re-distribute from say, Ryan. Her parents are fucking missionaries." Kenzi might as well be saying lepers. "Or Toby or Sparkle. But there was this one Miley chick who I swear had boots for every day of the year. Although, not really redistributing from school any more... people start looking at you funny if you stay somewhere you've swiped stuff."

Priestly shook his head. "Some people have boots for every day of the year because they're deeply, horribly in credit card debt. Which you usually can't tell by looking at them."

"Then-- maybe I'm helping them realize the error of their ways? Although credit card companies are evil. Just sayin'." Kenzi fidgeted, and then pointed at Priestly. "And! I don't do it as much now when I have my own room and two jobs and crap. Just, you know, I used to. More. When I was crashing with people." She paused, then admitted, "Also it's fun."

"Dude, you stole from people who let you stay with them?"

That just seemed rude.

"No, no. Heh." They hadn't had any more than she'd had. "We all just kind of... did stuff together, to redistribute money. Not like ~~meta for~~Oliver Twist or anything. There wasn't any Fagin-dude around." She shrugged. "But hey. People lose phones all the time, they lose iPods... if you can afford that shit in the first place, you can afford to replace it."

All of which was a really roundabout way of avoiding saying 'I was on the streets' because that opened up a whole other can of rubber snakes.

Again with the really not necessarily true. Sure, Priestly came from a family who could more than afford to have someone gank their stuff, but most of his friends? Not so much. You didn't actually make that much money with a beachy sandwich shop.

"I'm just saying," he said instead. "You don't actually know about people until you, you know, know them. So careful with the judgey."

"Fine, fine." Kenzi held up hands covered with finger-less gloves (re-distributed from a shop in Baltimore). "You sound like Bo. Although she also goes on the 'what if you get caught' rant, which kind of gives me warm fuzzies. Which kind of kills the impulse not to tell her stuff. Or to stop doing it." Another spin, and then she added, "But it's kinda nice. Not having to. Now that I have jobs." Money money money!

"Yeah, I tend to save the 'WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF THE BAD THING HAPPENS?!' lectures for my superhero friends. Everyone else gets variations on 'judge not lest ye be judged', 'boo, monarchy', or 'fun is good for you' themes." Priestly dished up the finished mac and cheese and her milk shake. "Okay, I feel like I should totally know who Bo is, but -- drawing a blank."

"Bo! Security Chick. You've probably seen her around. Dresses in lots of leather, works the bar at the Devil's Nest on Fridays?" Kenzi started to dig in, alternating bites of very delicious mac-and-cheese-and-veggies, and sips of her shake. "Also, you forgot the 'eat your veggies' speech... You have superhero friends?" She thought of Toby. "Well, of course you do. You went to school here."

"That one I keep special." For the severely fiber deprived, like Kenzi.

Or Momoko.

"And yeah, there were a couple in my class. Going off, being all superheroy, sometimes ending up in the freaking hospital because of it."

"Good grief," Kenzi muttered. "People are crazy." Thinking of Bo, she admitted, "But cool. 'Cause normal people don't help out and stuff like that."

"Well, we do sometimes, but we're actually way more likely to end up in the hospital because of it."

"Amen, brother." Kenzi sluuuuuuurped her shake and sighed happily. Then held it up in a toast. "To not being normal!"

Priestly sighs for his friends. I sigh for my bed. It's gonna be a long day, y'all.

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