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Luke's, Tuesday

The apartment upstairs just felt too quiet. Hardison had tried turning on the TV, listening to music, all that good stuff, but with just him in the house everything felt a little off. No real question of where those feelings were coming from, but since there was no help for it, the least he could do was head downstairs to be around other people.

Downstairs was all noise and commotion, which Hardison appreciation. The dishwasher was crying into the sink because the twins were gone, the cook was swearing up and down that he was never going to the Perk again while the busboy made kissy noises, and someone was yelling something about the polar bears having a picnic in the freezer.

Yeah, this was exactly what he needed. Hardison mixed himself his special pick-me-up drink and sat at a booth, ready to see just how hard it would be to send email across realities.

Today's Specials
Hardison's Hacker Special
Flank Steak Chopped Salad
Cake Batter Popcorn

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Don't let the laptop fool you! He loves people.

"CAKE BATTER POPCORN!" Pinkie shrieked.

Oh, like you were going to put that on the specials board and not summon a candy colored pony.

OH GOD. THE PONY.

"Uhh, heeeey, Pinkie," Hardison said while the staff looked at each other, nodded, and practically vanished. A hyperactive pony jumped up cake batter popcorn was ~~no one's~~ EVERYPONY'S friend.

"That's what the sign says, yup."

"That sounds amazing!" Pinkie squealed, clapping her hooves. "Usually the specials here sound kind of superduper boring."

"You're gonna have to talk to Eliot about that, man. Errr, pony?" Whatever. "I keep tellin' him he's gotta lighten up, but you know him. Cookin's serious business or somethin'."

"That's not right, cooking is about fun!" Which was serious business. "That guy is so grumpy. And not in a charming way like my bestest buddy Derek."

"I haven't met Derek," Hardison said, "but it sounds like these two need to get into a grump-off."

No, he had no idea how that would work, exactly. But he knew he needed it. Like burning.

"Omigosh, yes!" Pinkie said enthusiastically. There were things she didn't say enthusiastically, but not many of them. "Derek would be all --" she glowered and gave a long suffering sigh. "And then Eliot would be all --" And she did that thing Eliot did with his eyes that scared people. "And then they'd just keep going until someone finally dumped a big vat of glitter on their heads."

Hardison cracked up. The impression of Eliot, at least, was spot on. "I think that this is definitely a thing that should happen," because he didn't have much of a preservation instinct. "We could host it right here in the diner."

Because if there would be anything that made Eliot even more excited than getting a vat of glitter dumped on him, it was having that vat be in his diner where he made food.

Uh, Pinkie's glitter was edible, thank you.

"Ooo, do you think? I could make fancy posters!"

"Shouldn't we maybe run it by them first?"

He was willing to be persuaded no on this, Pinkie!

...Chickens on the roof indeed.

"Oh. Maybe? How does Eliot react to surprises?"

"He loves 'em."

Pinkie, don't you listen to Hardison! He is a BAD MAN.

"Just, like, make sure they ain't the kind of surprises that involve jumpin' out an' scarin' someone. People get hurt that way."

A bad man with a conscience.

"Okay! How about ones involving loud noises? 'Cause I've got a party canon."

"Possibly better to skip it," Hardison said, imagining Eliot's reaction to thinking they were under attack and grimacing. "Just sayin'."

"We should maybe just invite them properly, then," Pinkie said. "Surprises are more fun with loud noises."

"Yeeeeah, that sounds pretty much exactly right." Because he didn't want to have to visit Pinkie at the clinic after Eliot accidentally broke a foreleg.

Pffft. Like Eliot had worked out how to fight a pony who was possibly literally made of rubber, yet.

"We should get together and make the invitations together," Pinkie decided. "That's a great friend activity!"

"I could make a few mockups on my computer," Hardison offered. "For this Throwdown of Champions?"

He had no idea Pinkie likely meant poster boards and glitterglue.

"Oooo, does it do glitter?"

"Well, I can use a glitter font, but that's better if we keep it electronic. Tryna print it out to hang up as posters would ruin the effect."

After a few minutes of browsing various glittering websites, Hardison decided he didn't like any of them and wrote up his own program to provide what he considered to be Pinkie-appropriate amounts of glitter to their invitations.

"So, what should this say?"

"Hmmmm." Pinkie stuck her tongue out and rubbed her chin. Somewhere, the theme from final Jeopardy played. Then the cook made the busboy stop watching it on his phone and get back to work.

An egg timer dinged.

"We should make it sound super important and exciting," she decided. "A big competition. So they'll definitely come." She spread her hooves. "Like, 'SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! THE MOST EPIC SHOWDOWN IN FANDOM HISTORY-RY-RY-RY. IN THIS CORNER: SOURWOLF. IN THAT CORNER: MR. PUNCHY. TWO WILL ENTER. ONE WILL LEAVE. BE THERE!'" She dropped back to all fours, the reverb fading out. "Or something."

"...The hell?" Hardison didn't even know where to start with that. Where had the reverb come from? How did she know about Mr. Punchy? What the heck was a sourwolf?

"That's gonna be hard to, uhh, incorporate in text."

But he was suddenly getting the feeling that if anyone could do it, it was Pinkie.

It's Leverage week on Spirited Characters yaaaay!

(Same Tumblr that gave me the Kiss Kiss drink for Karla!)

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