Caritas, Thursday

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara was in a relatively good mood as she began her shift tonight.

Then Tino arrived, bearing a pizza box and proudly unveiled his creation for her approval.

"No."

[Open, OCD free, and whhhhhhhhhy?]

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[suitably_heroic]

You know, Atton had come here for a drink and maybe to talk some crap with his favorite crap-talker still left on-island, but...

"What the hell is that?"

[wrongkindofsith]

A horrible abomination from the depths of the Underworld.

"Tino made it."

[suitably_heroic]

"It looks like it was once a pizza," Atton said, side-eyeing the box. "And then some mad scientist experimented on it."

[wrongkindofsith]

That was an insult to the name of mad scientists everywhere.

"It looks like he's stuck little pies in it." Cara said, poking at one of said pies, which lifted out of a hole in the dough, pastry and all. "Because he has."

[suitably_heroic]

There was a very long pause.

"...Why?"

Everyone wanted to know, Atton. At least he was looking at Tino when he asked?

[wrongkindofsith]

Tino didn't reply because clearly his genius should be self evidential.

"I guess if you liked whatever was in the pies." Cara felt she was putting both too much thought into this and far more than Tino had. "Though why you wouldn't just put it on the pizza to begin with."

[suitably_heroic]

"Don't the people here usually just put meat goop on the pies?" Atton said. "I don't know. Seems like a waste of a good pizza to me."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara nodded, agreeing with both those statements.

"That or some kind of fruit." A horrible, terrible thought struck her. "Please tell me he at least used ones with meat on this?"

[suitably_heroic]

Atton blinked. Then he eyed her. "I'm not going to try and find out," he said. "...Wait, do you have a knife or something? We can stab it, see what's in there."

[wrongkindofsith]

What, Atton was choosing now to start making sensible life choices?

Cara reached behind the bar and wordlessly handed him one of the knives for doing lime wedges.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton's terrible life choices had never involved eating things that weren't meant to be eaten!

Just murder, mayhem, and the occasional emotional breakdown.

"All right," he said, taking the knife and approaching the pizza with suspicion. "Here we go..."

He stabbed deep into the heart of evil.

Er. The pie.

"...Is that yellow?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara gazed into the abyss cut.

"It looks yellow."

[suitably_heroic]

"Now I'm suddenly hoping it's not meat," Atton said.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Maybe it's potatoes with that spice?"

Spoiler, it wasn't turmeric potatoes.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton held up the knife, covered in yellow-y goop. "You want to try it?" he said, "Or are we just going to assume it's disgusting? Because I'm okay with both."

[wrongkindofsith]

Just because Cara was a terrible cook, didn't mean she couldn't recognise when something was going to be inedible.

"I'll pass."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton stabbed the knife back into the pie where it belonged.

He looked at Tino over his shoulder. "You're disgusting!" he called. "You should feel ashamed of yourself!"

[wrongkindofsith]

Tino mostly looked miffed that they didn't appreciate his brilliant idea.

"No more experimenting," Cara added.

[suitably_heroic]

"Or the pie isn't going to be the last thing that gets stabbed around here," Atton added.

Okay, he'd probably wind up in the duck pond if he tried that, but still.

[wrongkindofsith]

That's why you threw the knife.

Not that Cara had spent any time trying to figure out possible ways around the spell. That's be wrong.

[suitably_heroic]

Or practical. Atton was going to go with practical.

"Anyway," he said, "Can I have a rum and coke and an answer to 'how was your week'?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shrugged as she poured his drink. "My students are showing glimmers of sense, and the island hasn't exploded, so decent." Until Tino'd showed up.

"Yours?"

[suitably_heroic]

"The usual," Atton said conversationally, taking a sip of his drink. "Stupidity, death, dismemberment, then I came back here and got harassed by a sexually frustrated ghost."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Better you than me." What? She already had to put up with the customers.

[suitably_heroic]

"You're all heart," Atton said.

He did not sound surprised, but he was throwing in a little whining for sport.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I try." Cara sounded truly moved by Atton's whining.