Luke's, Friday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot spent the first half of his shift at the diner today occasionally throwing things at the section of wall that Kitty had escaped through last week (there was a possibility he thought he could catch it off guard if he did it fast enough) before finally concluding that it wasn't anything in particular about the wall that made it possible. Which meant now he had to figure out how to fight off whatever the heck Kitty was (his current theory: ghost) if he ever had to.

Which, after skimming a few of his inexpertly googled websites about quantum entanglement, he decided was more of a thought-experiment question for Hardison than something he was going to work out on his own, so he turned his attentions instead to setting non-lethal traps for the kitchen staff.

It was important to keep them on their toes.

Today's specials
Sega wat
Vegetable alecha
Dabo kolo

Luke's was open.

Comments

Mod your service

[vdistinctive]

Ask what happened to all the silverware.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Ethiopian cuisine was traditionally eaten with your fingers, okay?

Re: Talk to Eliot

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

So exactly why would Vic come back to a restaurant where she had possibly the worst service ever from the previous week?

Maybe she was just a glutton for punishment.

"I'm not going to get interrogated if I ask what's exactly on the specials today, am I?" she asked warily as she took a seat at the counter.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"Nah," Eliot said, and even managed a smile. "Sorry about last week. I wasn't quite myself."

Or, rather, he was excessively himself.

"It's Ethiopian. Sega wat is a spicy lamb dish with onions, the alecha is a style of stew, and the dabo kolo are little fried cookie things with cayenne pepper. We've got more typical American stuff, too, if you'd rather have a burger and fries."

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"That depends," Vic said still being a little wary of Eliot. "What kind of spice are we talking about? Is this mild spice or the kind where I need a glass of milk beside me so I won't die of pain?"

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[vdistinctive]

"See, that I can't tell you till I get a sense of your spice tolerance. I'd say it's on par with a lot of Indian dishes, if you're familiar with those. 3 or 4 alarm if it were a chili."

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"I'll give it a try," Vic said with a shrug and a smirk. "If it's too much I'll just curse your name and any of your offspring to an ungodly death."

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[vdistinctive]

"See, if I had kids, that might worry me," Eliot said. "Just me, I'd probably deserve it." He took the order back to the kitchen, then returned with a wet-nap, a rolled-up, fluffy pancake thing, and a small smirk. "Forgot to mention: this is your silverware."

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"So this week you have a general aversion to silverware?" Vic snarked. "I don't think that wet-nap is going to act as a good fork."

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[vdistinctive]

"The bread, darlin'," Eliot corrected. "It's called 'injera'." He fetched a large plate lined injera and dotted with rich, earth-toned sauces and shredded vegetables, with space in the center for the wat when it was ready, then picked up his own rolled pancake. "Like this." He tore a piece off his injera, then used it to pinch a bit of the vegetables. "No fork necessary. The nap's 'cause no one washes their hands before coming into a place like this unless they work here."

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"I just figured you were too cheap to wash dishes," Vic joked as she opened up the wet-nap. "And I'd hate to see what you'd do to the staff if they didn't wash up."

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[vdistinctive]

"It wouldn't be fatal," Eliot said. "But it definitely wouldn't be pretty."

Re: Talk to Eliot

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

"Somehow I gather that," Vic smirked as she started to eat. "So what are you here? Resident chef and bouncer?"

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

After a hard day of redecorating, Kenzi felt she deserved some kind of chocolate. Hopefully with ice cream. And whipped cream. Something decadent.

"Dessert me!"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Eliot pursed his lips and studied her quietly for a moment.

"Hot or cold?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmmm.... Cold," Kenzi decided, swinging her legs against the counter stool. "Something awesome. I'm still giving Professor Lyman a heart attack, I deserve it."

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[vdistinctive]

"Heard you were misguiding the youth," Eliot said, going for a sundae dish and some ice cream. "Having fun?"

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[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"So much!" Kenzi bounced, looking gleeful. "Music yesterday. Dance, maybe, next week. Or..." She gave the kitchen a speculative look. "An expedition into the freezer, maybe? If it wouldn't mess up business hours?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"You'd have to check with the bossman on that one," Eliot said. "Probably wanna bring some protection, too. Think I saw something big moving around in there last week."

That would be the day of the paranoia, yes.

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"Coolness... what are you making for me?" Kenzi was hoping the sundae had a truly ridiculous name. Possibly Italian. "And how're you liking the island these days?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

". . . A sundae." Sorry, Kenzi. "And no one mentioned the weird shit happened off the island, too."

He was never going to live flirting with Parker down.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi drummed her heels and smirked. "I haven't been off the island much since I graduated. And sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn't follow you." She shrugged. "Probably depends on how weird your world is... Can I have strawberries on that too? Pleeeease?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"My world isn't weird." Uh huh. Sure it isn't. "And why do you think you have to beg for strawberries?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Because I don't see any," Kenzi said, with her own logic. "And sometimes Priestly starts threatening things that are good for me in the middle of making stuff."

OOC

[vdistinctive]

I have eaten raw beef on two occasions in my life: once at a fancy French provincial restaurant, and once at a hole-in-the-wall Ethiopian place. The Ethiopian one was way better. Plus, there's the whole "trying to pick up a whole sauce-covered hardboiled egg with just a piece of bread without destroying it or your clothing in the process" experience.

Now I really want Ethiopian food.