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Luke's, Monday

"Are you goddamn kidding me?"

Someone had replaced all the vegetables in the pantry with varying types of gourds and squashes. Eliot had noticed.

The cook came over and peered over his shoulder -- not difficult, since he was at least half a foot taller than Eliot was. "Huh," he said with a shrug. "Pumpkin spice everything."

"Pumpkin spice is not a thing!" said Eliot. "Pumpkins do not have natural spices! Pumpkin spice is a marketing gimmick to sell bland, 'seasonal' foods!"

The kitchen staff stared at him.

"I like pumpkin spice," said the busboy.

Eliot hated this town.

Today's specials
Tortellini with pumpkin alfredo
Spaghetti squash fritters
Butternut squash and parmesian bread pudding
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Luke's was open.

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Vic let out a sigh.

"Fine. You win," she admitted as she went in for another bite. "But don't think that means I won't let you serve me scary food."

And yes she was talking with her mouth full. Sorry for her manners there, Eliot.

What, was she raised in a barn?!

. . . Honestly, the guys that Eliot spent most of his adult life working with had worse manners. Black ops and wet work didn't really lend itself to cultural niceities.

"See, the thing about gourmet food is, you take the stuff you know the person likes, and you make it better. It ain't about forcing a person to eat 'scary stuff'."

Actually she was raised in Philadelphia but that still probably wasn't the reason she had bad table manners.

"Hmm, works for me," Vic said after she swallowed her food. "Guess that means you have me as a regular customer then. Now that I wasn't before."

She took another bite and rolled her eyes. Damn.

Eliot grinned. "Ain't gonna complain about that."

That earned Eliot a grin in return.

"Wow. You can smile. Wasn't sure that happened with you or not."

"Well maybe if you didn't spend all your time tryin' to rile me up, you'd see it more often."

"I'm just giving you shit," Vic said with a smirk. "What? You never do that to people?"

"Not really my style." With people who weren't Nate, anyway.

Well Nate occasionally needs that in his life. When Sophie isn't around anyways.

"Hmm. We'll have to work on that," Vic said as she finished up her crab burger. "Same time next week?"

"I'll be here," Eliot assured her. "We could spend time not talkin' about food sometime, though. Maybe over a couple beers."

Vic pursed her lips a little in thought as she pulled on her deputy jacket. "All right. As long as it's draft beer and none of that canned shit."

That got another smile. "I think that can be arranged."

Vic smiled back. "Nice smile," she said before heading to the door.

"Still more fun to rile you up though!"

Eliot shook his head fondly and went to clear the dishes.

Then he realized he'd just basically made a date with a cop.

". . . Dammit."

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