Luke's, Sunday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was more shuffling than walking by the time they made it to the diner from the Preserve, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. It was bright and sunny and pleasantly warm and most importantly not a monster-filled dungeon.

When he came in, the kitchen staff looked up from where they were sitting at one of the tables in the middle of the dining room, stacks of multicolored root vegetable chips laid out across it, fans of cards in their hands. The cook had the end of a carrot sticking out of his mouth like a cigar.

"Damn, boys," he said. "Looks like our break's over."

"All the food," Priestly said, slouching into a chair. "Make all the food, and then you guys can get back to your poker."

Luke's was open.

[ooc: no OCD, open to all those who need to feeeeeeed themselves.]

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[trigons_child]

"That was very brave and good of you," Raven said. "I am sure there are many who are grateful for what you were able to find and bring back."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly snorted. "Was even doing pretty well with it right up till I got shot yesterday." He smiled a little. "It's good to know I can survive these things sometimes." He looked over at Raven. "We got ourselves a bunch of heroes in here, today. Me with the food, you with the getting us all out, Dinah with her being Dinah."

[trigons_child]

Raven blushed a little. "It was not just me," she said. "There were others there, though I fear I do not know their names aside from Ms. Jones. A blonde student, an older man, and a woman with an accent. I will have to find out who they were."

[lovemykilt]

"If you do, let me know. I'll have to, I dunno, cook them all dinner, too."

[trigons_child]

"I certainly will," Raven said, taking a carrot to nibble on it. So much better than blood.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly would agree.

He needed more friends that appreciated a good vegetable.