Luke's, Monday

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Eliot had made a lot of food for Thanksgiving. A lot. Excessive amounts of food. He'd done so much cooking even he was tired of it. His hair still smelled like onions and yeast, and if he ever saw another turkey again, it would be too soon.

So, naturally, there was a turkey in his office, today.

"His name is Bertrand," the busboy explained. "He's my friend."

"Is he normally a turkey?" Eliot asked.

". . . Yes?"

"Then he's not a friend. Get him the hell out of my restaurant."

Today's specials
Bertrand Carved turkey, cranberry, and stuffing sandwich
Green bean casserole
Pecan pie

Luke's was open.

Comments

Mod your service

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Ignore the belligerent gobbling from the back.

Talk to Eliot

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He's busy trying to ignore the fact that Bertrand isn't going quietly.

OOC

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Meh. Monday.