Luke's, Sunday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was known to rock a kilt on a multitude of occasions, so he wasn't much worried about the fact that he'd woken up wearing one, this morning.

The trouble was, rather than his usual below the knee blue and green kilt, he'd woken up in a Great Kilt, or as Priestly was calling it, "Scotland's answer to the toga".

This thing could double as a blanket.

The kitchen staff were all in nice, understated modern black kilts made of canvas or leather. Well, save for the cook. He's somehow wound up in a mini kilt, ala a catholic school girl, a fact that didn't seem to bother him in the least.

"You do you, Cookie," Priestly told him before backing out of the kitchen. "You do you."

Today's specials
Haggis
Scotch eggs
Cranachan

Luke's was open and OCDless.

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot had had a bit of a late night downtown, celebrating the end of a quick job for a little bookstore/vegan cafe collective and explaining to Hardison that, no, wine was not necessarily already vegan, and yes, vegan cheese was, in fact, totally edible, if not Eliot's first choice of ingredients for a grilled cheese sandwich.

So when he'd woken up and found himself wearing a gray wool cargo kilt, he'd naturally assumed it was somehow Hardison's fault.

And then he'd taken it off and found himself wearing another one.

He couldn't say the people here didn't warn him.

He'd aimed for what he'd hoped was a proper greasy spoon diner when he set out for the day, looking to get a lay of the culinary landscape of his new little town. The menu was . . . not what he expected.

"Where the hell do you get haggis in Maryland?"

[lovemykilt]

"Mostly the freezer," Priestly admitted. "I think we get it shipped in from Edinburgh directly."

[vdistinctive]

"Frozen haggis." Eliot shook his head. "You could probably locally source most of the ingredients. You locally source any of the rest of it?"

[lovemykilt]

"Eggs, cream, and honey are all from the farmer's market in Baltimore," Priestly assured him. "Berries aren't really in season around here, yet, though. And if you figure out a way to locally source gagh, you'll be my new hero."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot frowned.

Well. Frowned harder.

"Gagh. That's, what, Scandinavian?"

[lovemykilt]

"Klingon."

[vdistinctive]

". . . You mean from Galaxy Battles?"

[lovemykilt]

"Are you kidding?"

[vdistinctive]

". . . No?"

[lovemykilt]

"Dude." Priestly rolled his eyes. "It's Galaxy Quest. Or Space Battles. There's no such thing as 'Galaxy Battles'."

[vdistinctive]

"I don't care."

[lovemykilt]

"Well, aren't you charming." Priestly rolled his eyes. "No, Klingons aren't from a TV show. They're an alien race. All 'warrior culture' and no sense of fun. Interesting culinary traditions. They prefer their food live."

[vdistinctive]

"See, this? Single, straight line, no weird embellishments? This is a line a person could actually believe. You throw in too many vampires and talking ponies, and you're just straining credibility."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly laughed. "I'll be sure to pass on that criticism to whoever runs the island. And Pinkie Pie, the talking pink pony."

[vdistinctive]

"The hell kind of a name is 'Pinkie Pie'?"

[lovemykilt]

"The pony kind?" Priestly smirked. "You don't strike me as the classy kilt kind of guy."

[vdistinctive]

". . . Shut up."

[lovemykilt]

"So you're new in town," Priestly said. "What brings you to Fandom?"

[vdistinctive]

"Needed a change of pace."

[lovemykilt]

"You're in the right place for that. What do you do?"

[vdistinctive]

"Between jobs, right now," Eliot said. Which was true enough. Parker hadn't settled on their next case, just yet.

[lovemykilt]

"You looking for a gig in town?" Priestly asked. "'Cause I could use a guy who cares enough to locally source some good ingredients."

[vdistinctive]

"Not particularly," Eliot said. "You serious about improving your food?"

[lovemykilt]

"What can I say, I'm a food guy." He smiled. "And I know another food guy when I see him."

[vdistinctive]

"We're very distinctive," Eliot agreed. "Alright. Deal." He was a retrieval specialist. He could retrieve quality ingredients.

[lovemykilt]

"Don't suppose you could grab a shift, too? We've got most days filled, but I could use a Friday guy."

[vdistinctive]

"One shift a week?" That wasn't a whole lot of commitment. He could probably even keep it up, mostly. "Yeah, okay."

[lovemykilt]

"Deal. Welcome to Fandom. The kilt'll probably wear off by tomorrow."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot just sighed. "Thanks. I think."