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Cafe Luke's, Saturday

After some excitement on Monday, Priestly had had a pretty standard week. Get up, trade barbs with the kitchen staff, attempt to invent the next great food revolution.

Or at least get some followers on Pinterest.

Today's specials
Turkey meatballs with green curry
Cheese-stuffed brussels sprouts
Coconut butternut pound cake
now hiring! most shifts available!

Cafe Luke's was open.

[ooc: up late mostly expecting one, but open anyway! OCD free!]

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After good-byes were said-- and since she was here in Fandom anyway-- Dinah headed to the Cafe where everybody knew her name.

Mostly because she was there every time she visited the island, and the staff didn't have time to forget her.

"Priiiiiiiestly!"

Priestly's head snapped up so fast from his stuffed brussels sprouts that he nearly gave himself whiplash. "Dinah! You've got to start letting me know when you're coming!"

Actually, she totally didn't. He loved the surprises.

"Sometimes I don't know! Sometimes I get phone calls and I just have to show up and then come find you!" Glomp! "Brussels sprouts? Why?"

"Uh, because brussels sprouts are amazing?"

Really now.

"Who called? Is it a disaster? Should I be stocking up on comfort food?"

"Are not. And not a disaster. And." Dinah's voice caught. "Yes please?"

"Oh honey." Priestly shot a nod at the cook that he hopefully by now realized was a 'make a lancer, stat' signal, but probably didn't, then headed over to pull Dinah into a hug. "And yes they are."

"Not," Dinah protested, in order to hang onto a tiny bit of her dignity, then she was burying her face in Priestly's shoulder. And sniffling. Mumbling something slightly incoherent and hanging on tight.

Priestly rubbed his hand on his back and shot a 'also make something chocolatey' look at the cook. Who was still just looking baffled back at him.

"It's all good," he told Dinah. "Whenever you're ready to use actual words in English again, I'm ready to listen."

More sniffling, then some nodding, and finally Dinah turned her head enough to say in a small voice, "Triela came back. With all the other people who were gone." And now she was gone again.

Priestly attempted more meaningful looks at the cook, then resorted to mouthing sandwich and chocolate at him. The cook threw his hands up in the air and went into the freezer.

Okay then.

"Oof," Priestly said. He hadn't been following the radio that closely, but knowing Fandom, the reunion had to be somehow bittersweet at best. "I'm really gonna have to stock up on the comfort food, then."

"Yeeeeah." Dinah's voice was pretty water-logged. She gulped. "It was great, we hung out, and talked, and she looked better than she did any time when she was alive..." Her voice cracked. "It just sucks, too."

The cook reappeared with a box of chocolate chip cookie chocolate ice cream sandwiches.

Which, well, would probably do the trick too, yes.

Priestly let go of Dinah with one hand long enough to take it from him and set them down on the counter. "Sounds like it," he said, wrapping both arms tight around Dinah all over again. "Clearly, the only thing that will make you feel better is ice cream sandwiches and hearing the terribly shallow story of my recent sex life. Actually that's a terrible idea. Make that sandwich cookies and comedies we can stream on the internet."

"No, no, I want to hear about your terribly shallow sex life," Dinah protested, wiping her eyes with a napkin, and taking one of the chocolate ice cream cookie deliciousness things. "...then the comedy streaming. Yes."

"Are you sure? It's totally absurd, and maybe involves fake deaths."

Dinah frowned, taking a bite of her ice cream sammich. "Fake deaths? Which have to be better than real death, but... wait, how do you get from death to sex?"

"Well, the fake dead body was naked, see, and I should start from the beginning."

A sniffly giggle as Dinah settled in more comfortably. "Maaaybe you should, yeah."

Priestly shifted to lean against the counter and grabbed one of the sandwiches to munch on. "First," he said. "Did you know that there's a doctor on the island who still thinks that leeches are the height of medical technology? Also, she's makes housecalls. In a plague doctor mask. I didn't actually know that was what it was until I googled it later. I thought at first she just had a creepy bird face."

"Leeches? Yeurgh. So, what, she showed up, and wanted to stick sucking worms on you?" Dinah licked her fingers, blinking.

This sounded like a story that was even *less* likely to end in someone getting laid now.

It really did, when he thought about it.

"Yep. Said she 'restocked' the pond in the park, too. So, uh, you know, don't fall into that for awhile." He shook his head. "Right, anyway, she told me to take off my clothes and I asked for some ID, and somehow we started talking about how she used to treat a bunch of monks who were getting killed by the God of Fun."

"Okay, that does not sound like a legit God of Fun, if it was killing monks," Dinah said, skeptical. "And wait, she was using her medical authority to get you naked?"

Was it wrong that this made her want to laugh? Because seriously. Only Priestly.

"Yeah, I'm still pretty sure she's not a licensed physician. But she is working at the clinic." Priestly shrugged. "And apparently the God of Fun is also the God of Fraud. Which means killing monks. Or something. But it was okay, because she killed it with a fake death."

"She killed a fake god. With a fake death." Dinah gave him a Look. "How does that even work?"

Happily, this conversation was pushing the inevitable sadness of Triela's second departure a little further away, now.

"Actually, that part I kind of get. Especially when it turned out fake deaths can be actual, physical objects. They look like eggs."

"...killer eggs." Snort. And take another bite of chocolately goodness, because what?

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