Luke's, Tuesday, March 18

[justbeingbay]

Dominic did a quick check of the kitchen staff as a weirdness gauge before going to the counter. Today, all was normal except for the fact it looked like the dishwasher had finally traded in his neon-green Crocs for a pair of shoes that didn't make Dom want to go blind when he looked at him. So this was an improvement.

In a quiet moment, he entered the name "Bay Kennish" into the search bar on his phone and navigated to the Facebook profile of a pretty strawberry blonde who talked way too much about Buckner basketball for Dom to believe he had anything in common with her. (Well, at least they were both from Kansas City. So that was something.)

He was going to go right back to trying not to think about it too much.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Special: Deep-Fried Omakase

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD!]

Comments

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"Hello there, good sir!" said a perky blue monster. "Might I trouble you for a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk?"

[justbeingbay]

"Sure," Dominic said, surprised but going with it. "Is it for you, or for the dude with a hand up your butt?"

He didn't see a puppeteer, but so what? They had tricks.

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

Grover turned in a full circle, looking for the guy. "I do not see anyone!"

[justbeingbay]

"Okay, one peanut butter sandwich and milk for the furry blue guy, coming up," Dom said, disinclined to argue the point further. "And anybody with you can order for themselves."

He turned to call the order back to the kitchen. "Should just be a minute."

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Grover said because politeness was very important. "Excuse me, but...where am I?"

[justbeingbay]

"Fandom Island," Dominic answered. "It's in Maryland. Where did you think you were?"

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

Grover looked as bewildered as a fuzzy blue Muppet without eyebrows could manage. "But that is not possible! Fandom Island is off the coast of Italy!"

...and just in case Dominic needed a little more help, Grover added: "Italy is a country that is very, very far away from Sesame Street. And Maryland, usually."

[justbeingbay]

"Yeah, I know where Italy is," Dom said dryly. (It was where his father lived, after all.) "But the island's nowhere near there. I'm not sure what to tell you."

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

You had one distressed Muppet on your hands now, Dom. "But that is where it was when I took off this morning!" Grover practically wailed. "It is not very convenient, an island that moves mid-flight."

[justbeingbay]

Muppet flailing was an upsetting thing to witness.

"Probably it wouldn't be," he said. "Wait, you can fly?"

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Grover said. "Landings are still a little tricky."

[justbeingbay]

"As long as you get back on your feet, that's what matters," Dominic advised, and held up his hand in its brace. "And it looks like you're doing better than me on that one."

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"I also always wear a helmet," Grover said. "My mommy insists on it. What happened to your hand?"

[justbeingbay]

"Tripped on glass and sliced my tendons," Dom answered. "Helmet wouldn't have helped. Maybe I should start wearing baseball mitts."

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"Or oven mitts!" Grover suggested helpfully, holding some bright red ones out that he'd gotten from...somewhere.

It was really better not to ask.

[justbeingbay]

Dominic laughed and put the mitts on, sliding the right one awkwardly around the bandage. Then he held his hands up to show off the bright redness. "What do you think? Is red my color?"

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"It is almost as becoming as blue," Grover said, nodding his fuzzy head, "but it might be difficult to serve peanut butter sandwiches in."

Hint, hint.

[justbeingbay]

Dominic let out an exaggerated sigh. "Man, you say that like this is a restaurant or something."

... which it was, so he went back to the counter and retrieved the sandwich and milk. He set them in front of Grover with the oven mitts still on.

"Can I get you anything else?"

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"No thank you," Grover said politely. "This is a very nice restaurant. Ours is full of yelling and no electricity."

[justbeingbay]

"Thanks, but how do you have a restaurant without electricity?" Dom asked. (The yelling he got; yelling was just an Italian thing.)

[fuzzynblue.livejournal.com]

"There are big fires instead," Grover said. "Lots of pigs on spits, that sort of stuff. I have missed peanut butter sandwiches."