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Luke's, Monday

Eliot and his kitchen staff stood at opposite sides of the dining room from each other, neither moving.

"Look," Eliot said. ". . . I won't go into the kitchen today if you guys don't want me to."

The kitchen staff exchanged looks. "Can we make the whole menu out of gummy frogs?" the cook asked.

Eliot stared. "No."

The busboy crossed the dining room and wrapped Eliot in a big hug. "We're glad you're back to normal."

Eliot struggled for a moment, then gave up, resigned. "Yeah," he said. "Me too."

Today's specials
Pineapple teriyaki salmon
Chicken chicharrones
Gummy frog cupcakes

Luke's was open.

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They may be running a little behind, today, but they're very cheerful!

He was reasonably cheerful, too. You know, as cheerful as he got when he wasn't cursed.

"Awww, did Eliot spend the day gettin' hugged yesterdaaaaay?" Hardison strolled down from the apartment, grinning. He'd have to thank Eliot for introducing him to the radio sometime. It made for the best harassment fodder. "They must have recognized a fellow teddy bear."

"One hug," Eliot said. "One. And only 'cause it caught me by surprise."

Oddly, he did not deny being a teddy bear.

"You know, Eliot, if you'd wanted hugs so badly, you could have asked." He was advancing now, arms out. "Papa Bear Hardison always has hugs at the ready for you."

"Don't," Eliot said, backing up a pace. "Not in front of the --" Why was he even trying? "This is going to get old after awhile, right? You'll find somethin' else to bug me with?"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with physical expressions of love between two dudes," Hardison said, grinning because he got to both hug Eliot and give him a hard time. Very little in life was better than this. "Or gettin' emotionally butt-nekkid all up in here."

"Swear to god --" Eliot started, then bit off the threat. He'd already literally ruptured Hardison's spleen, casual threats of physical violence didn't quite seem right, jut now. So he just growled faintly under his breath and endured the hugging.

With maybe a tiny bit of hugging back. Miniscule, really.

Lies. Eliot loved Hardison hugs and he knew it.

"A'ight, a'ight, less hugging. But only if you make me somethin' to eat. I'm starvin'."

He glanced up at the Specials Board.

"Excuse you? Somehow salmon is an acceptable pairing with pineapple, but anchovy ain't? That ain't even right. You can't just knock a man down then steal his ideas about lunch! What's wrong with you?"

Hardison was so happy right now!

Eliot couldn't help the little happy smirk at that. Hardison got his specials board! "You understand there's different types of fish, right? With different flavors and textures? They ain't interchangable." Especially not anchovies. Little strips of salt, those things.

And there were gummy frog cupcakes! Hardison was feeling better about the eventual success of Plan E than he had in days.

"I understand that you like to talk mad smack about my own culinary experiments and then go copy them as soon as my damn back is turned," Hardison grumbled, absolutely not planning to text Parker about this development as soon as Eliot's back was turned. "Yeah, so I want one of those and, like, five cupcakes and a bottle of Squeeze just to make me not write you up for plagiarizing my brilliant ideas."

No he hadn't just taken a picture of the specials board to keep forever. That's ridiculous.

If he were actually trying to copy Hardison, the cupcakes would be entirely conceptual, a whiff of burnt sugar in an empty wineglass.

"You know there's no copyright for food, right?" Eliot pointed out. "I'll get you one cupcake now. The rest you can take home and eat later."

He was not having that sugar high in his diner, thank you.

For the millionth time, doing stuff on the internet still had real world results.

"Two cupcakes," Hardison countered. "And I'll drink a glass of milk when I eat them."

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"Pineapple teriyaki salmon, please." Parker was smiling her happy-sane-ish smile today. "Kinda like anchovies."

Yaaaaay.

"Except for the part where it pairs perfectly with pineapple," Eliot said. "You manage to dodge the teddy bears yesterday?"

"I climbed a tree and hid out with Allie for a while." Parker's head bobbed in acknowledgment. "She had a sword, so. They gave up eventually. You?"

"Fucker cornered me in my house," Eliot said. "Beginning to think I should be carryin' a sword around, myself."

Only not. Because apparently sometimes he went crazy.

"I told Allie you two should talk swords." Parker started messing with the straw dispenser. Tap, tap, tap. Straw, straw, straw. "You have that one Nate got you for Christmas. You could carry that around."

"Yeah." Eliot smiled. "Should get a different one to practice with, though. I haven't done a lot of swordplay in awhile."

"When did you learn that, anyway?" Parker ripped open one straw, and blew the wrapper into the counter, pfffft. "...can I have chocolate with my salmon? On my salmon?"

"Actually that's not a bad combo," Eliot said. "Not with the teriyaki, though. You want something fast, I'll do you a chocolate shake to go with it." Eliot grabbed a cup and flipped it from hand to hand. "Plus, I, uh. Promised the kitchen guys I'd stay out of their way, this week."

Hugs or not, he wasn't going to push that situation.

"Studied under a master in Japan for awhile. A policewoman. She taught me how to, ah. Trim a bonsai, too."

"Okay." This getting along thing was a hugely nice change from last week. Not that Eliot hadn't been pretty easy-going while he was sick and recovering. Mostly. Sorta. A bit.

"...is that a sex thing? A euphemism?"

For one thing, he was much less likely randomly snap and injure people, right now.

"Nah. But we did a lot of that, too. She had a thing for the traditional arts."

Parker rolled her eyes, but was still grinning. This was sounding like Eliot telling her about him and the fashion models with the clothing on the floor.

"Gotcha. Shake?" She considered. "Do you want me to overshare stuff too?"

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