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Luke's, Friday

There was a strange creaking sound in the diner today, reverberating through the ceiling.

"Do you hear that?" Priestly asked the cook.

"You mean the sound of your yapping?" the cook responded with a smirk.

"You're very unhelpful," Priestly told him. He went outside, wondering if this was some sort of extra Fandom attack, but the sky looked clear, and as far as he could tell, nothing was randomly flying and spitting fire.

The creaking was louder out here, though. It seemed to be coming from right above him, in fact.

Priestly looked up. His eyes went wide. He leaped out of the way just in time to miss getting brained by the falling "Cafe" part of the "Cafe Luke's" sign. The supports, it seemed, had been melted almost right through, probably by some angry jalapenos.

"Right," Priestly said. "Just 'Luke's' it is."

Today's specials
REBRANDING! Half off the burger of your choice!
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open. Mind the downed sign.

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Note how the word "Cafe" has been artfully scribbled out on all the menus, napkins, and waiters' aprons.

He's over here, carefully scribbling out the name "Cafe" on all the branded materials.

Kenzi was following up on the phone (http://nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com/548.html?thread=1316#t1316) call (http://professor-lyman.livejournal.com/369.html?thread=321649#t321649) she'd made yesterday. But first, she had to ask: "What's up with the signage? Did you get sued or something?"

"Nah," Priestly said. "Sign fell off. Figured I'd roll with it. Spicy chocolate milk shake?"

"Yes! And hey, spicy fries to go with that would be kinda awesome," Kenzi said, curling up on one of the stools like a cat. "So, did you think about my offer?"

"Nope," Priestly said cheerfully. "But since so far today I've had someone ask why I thought he used my shower, another guy trying to turn down my non-existent proposition and someone calling just to tell me he's not engaged, I'm going to go out on a limb and say the phone system's borked and someone else might well be considering it for me."

"What?" Kenzi frowned. "Well, crap. I had no idea. Jeeeeeeez." She spun on the stool and then came back around with a perky expression. "I think I would make an awesome assistant manager slash shift supervisor slash hostess for your lovely re-branded establishment.... also, shower? Ahahahhahaa!"

"No you can't use my shower. And exactly what experience do you have as an assistant manager slash shift supervisor slash hostess?"

"I zombie-wrangle as well as fix drinks at Caritas on Thursdays." Kenzi gave him her best Customer Service grin. "And I used to work at 'Dite's." Okay, sometimes still did, but it wasn't that often, sooooo... "And! I have been bringing coffee to Jonothon at the theater and doing props and scenery for almost a year now, I am a very good minion. So clearly I would be awesome at ordering people around."

"Yeah, you clearly haven't met my kitchen staff," Priestly said. "Tell you what, I'll give you a gig waiting tables. You'll get to pick the specials for the day, and boss around the bus boy. We'll see how that goes."

Kenzi pouted a little at first, but then started to grin. One such grin was directed at the bus boy. "With possibilities of moving up?" She fidgeted with the straw dispenser and said, "Look. I'm planning on staying on the Island. So. I gotta look for more work by the end of the summer, when they boot me outta the dorm."

"We'll see how it goes," Priestly said. He wasn't going to promise anything. "And if you're supposed to stay on the island? I'm pretty sure she'll find away to make sure you stick around."

Kenzi blinked at him again, tilting her head. "Really? So if the Island likes me, she'll ... do nice things?" She sounded kind of hopeful. "Would she like it if I planted trees for her or something?" Or got someone else to do it?

"That's my theory. Not everyone subscribes to the 'the island is sentient and kind of a benevolent douchebag' idea, but it's done okay for me so far." He always came back after dying, at least. "And, hey, couldn't hurt. Trees are pretty much all upside."

Hey, if Jonothon appreciated it when she decorated and brought him new kinds of coffee, maybe the Island would give her a break if she planted flowers. Or did something else nice. Hmmmmmm.

"It is kind of benevolent and evil at the same time," Kenzi had to agree. "See: phones, screwing around with, example one."

"On the one, hand, fire breathing jalapenos," Priestly said. "On the other, getting to know what it's like to literally be someone else for a day or two."

"I'm not sure those don't count as the same kind of awful and awesome... except I did get some great cocktails out of the inspiration," Kenzi noted. "And hey, it was fun being a ballerina for a little bit."

"Well, you clearly haven't had as many existential crises as I have, then," Priestly said. "Which is probably a good thing."

"What kind of existential crises?" Kenzi's nose twitched at the smell of peppers and spices. "Friessssss."

"I once spent a weekend as another guy's alternate personality. And I'm pretty sure in at least . . . three other universes, I'm a rich douchebag." Priestly shrugged. "Or an idiot. Seriously, I got lost in a closet once, one of Those Weekends. An actual closet. For days."

"Holy crap. That'd give me the heebie-jeebies." Kenzi shook her head. "The worst I had to deal with was being a Russian mobster. Live the stereotype."

"Man, I never turn into anything cool." That wasn't actually totally true. "I haven't been a total moron since I realized the island was listening, so there's that."

"Niiiice island," Kenzi said to the air, then grinned at him. "So what day works? Thursdays I've got Caritas and TA'ing. Otherwise, I'm pretty free."

"Take your pick," he told her. "I've got folks Tuesdays and Saturdays. The rest of the time it's just me."

"Wednesdays okay? At least for the summer? Jonothon's gone to do some stuff, help a friend. I might want to change that when he gets back, maybe." Kenzi looked hopeful. "Meals and leftovers, maybe?"

"Well, I figured I'd pay you, but if you wanna work for food. . . ."

"Pay is good! But food is also good!" Kenzi pouted, looking hopeful. "One milkshake a day?"

"Meal a day is standard," Priestly said. "And anything that would otherwise get thrown out is free game, so long as the customers don't see you grazing."

"COOL." Ahem. Kenzi beamed at him and stuck out one hand. "Next week soon enough?"

"Next Wednesday," Priestly said, shaking her hand. "Now we just need to finish the initiation."

Kenzi gave him a wary look. "If this involves anything gross...."

"Hey, I run a clean establishment," Priestly said. "All you gotta do is go get some stuff for me from the freezer." Priestly grabbed an order pad and jotted down a fairly random assortment of ingredients. "Here. There are maps and parkas inside the door."

Yeah, usually he just had folks look at the freezer. Kenzi seemed like she was the sort of girl who enjoyed a bit of a challenge, though.

"Okay... wait, what?" Kenzi took the order pad, narrowing her eyes at Priestly. "Maps?" How much was he messing with her? She got up and pointed at him. "This mission will be accomplished."

Yeah, he'd pretty much guessed right, there.

Kenzi opened the door to the freezer.

"HOLY SHITBALLS."

"Try not to get lost," Priestly said. "There's a tram if you go back far enough."

Man, he loved that freezer.

Swearing in Russian was still audible as Kenzi struggled into a parka and grabbed a map. Something about the demon bastards that inhabited snow banks and their mothers, probably.

"Yak milk.... Llama cheese... prime cut of elk? The fuck?" That list, man.

"We have everything," Priestly called to her. "Almost literally."

"Good to know! In case of apocalypse, I'm coming back here! With a blow-torch," Kenzi muttered, stomping off into the far reaches.

She managed to find most of the requested items and put them in a cardboard box she found next to one of the displays.... then there was the tram.

She loved the tram. Oh my god she wanted one of these for herself! It was adorable and fun and dude, how did she not know this was here?

"Elk meat! And avocados."

Stumbling out of the freezer, she called out, "I have returned from the expedition, and the natives want more Coca Cola!"

Seriously, she was sure she saw a polar bear in there.

"Too bad we're a Pepsi establishment."

That really, really wasn't true.

"You're the one telling them that, not me," Kenzi huffed, putting the box down and panting for breath. "I could've gotten lost in there! I'm taking a flare gun next time. Dude, how is that even real?!"

"Dude who technically owns this place comes from magic-physics land," Priestly said. "I'm pretty sure it's some kind of pocket dimension."

"Seriously using that as a bunker, next incursion," Kenzi said, trying to get her breath back. And picking up a hunk of cheese to nibble on. "Why yaks? Why llamas, dude?" Although 'because we can' was a totally acceptable answer.

Priestly shrugged. "I guess in case someone orders it."

"Fair enough." Kenzi grinned, buoyed by success. "Do I pass?"

"Did you get everything?"

"Yesh!" Kenzi held out half the cheese, her mouth full. "And I rode the tram. The tram. People would pay to ride that!"

"You made it that far back," Priestly said. "I'm impressed. Okay, you've got the job. Though I'm curious, what would you make with all these ingredients?"

"Hunh." Kenzi was put down what she was nibbling on to look at the food-- meat and milk and cheese, some weird spices, artichokes and tiny red potatoes. She arranged and rearranged them, matching the potatoes with the cheese and milk, the meat with the spices, the artichokes back with the cheese. "Hmmm. Stew. With sour cream. And, maybe, a cheese dip?"

"Could work," Priestly said. "You might have a chef in you, yet."

I realized last night that I hadn't bothered to put the "Cafe" part in the subject lines for, like, months. It seemed it was time to make it official.

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