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Luke's, Monday

"Not," Eliot said as he came into work Monday morning. "A. Word."

The staff all nodded, smiling indulgently.

"Let's get some leafy greens in the specials today," Eliot suggested. "Pretty sure half the island is gonna need the vitamins and fiber."

The busboy already had a pile of kale ready for washing, and gave Eliot a silent thumbs up.

Eliot looked at the staff suspiciously. "So we're all on the same page, then."

Everyone nodded, still smiling.

"Well . . . good." Eliot grabbed some paperwork from his office and took a seat in a corner booth, where he could keep an eye on things.

Which would be when the staff brought out the enormous ice cream cake, decorated with a picture of wee Eliot with chocolate smeared all over his mouth.

Eliot thunked his head onto the table without even threatening to fire a single one of them.

Today's specials
Green bean casserole
Sauteed kale with garlic
Totally not actually Fudgie the Whale, pretty sure he's trademarked

Luke's was open.

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No one will tell you you have to wait to have ice cream cake until after you've had actual food first, today.

He's just going to stay over in his corner, pretending not to still really like ice cream cake.

Steve came in, looking slightly sheepish. "Do they sell a card around here yet to apologize for being a tiny, opinionated jerk over the weekend?"

Eliot had to chuckle at that one. "Dunno. Maybe it's the same place I can find one to apologize for being 'fresh'."

"I haven't channeled my mother like that in at least 50 years," Steve said, shaking his head and laughing.

"A brawler, was she?" Eliot asked. "I gotta say, don't think tiny-you coulda taken me, but you seemed pretty ready to try."

"Oh, I was totally ready to try," Steve said, "which was why I spent a lot of my childhood with a busted lip and a black eye."

"Me too," Eliot said. "Though that was as much 'cause I tended to fall off of things as gettin' into fights."

Steve laughed. "Oh, me too. You couldn't see how scrawny I was because every time Tony looked at me he made me wear another sweater."

"That'd do it. Never woulda pegged him as the nurturing type," Eliot said. "But he made damn sure we brought home a ton of leftovers, too."

Which was good, because Eliot didn't develop a talent for cooking until well into adulthood.

"He's a soft touch," Steve said with a little smile. "He just hides it most of the time. He's surprisingly great with kids." He shook his head, laughing, "And insisted on dragging me to the clinic yesterday after I got sick from my amazing dinner of marshmallows and sugar cereal, washed down with juice boxes."

"Yeeeeah. I'm guessing you're not the only one who ended up sick by last night." Eliot shook his head. "Hell, why d'ya think the specials today include kale?"

Because his own body was crying over what he'd spent the weekend eating. (Though the peanut butter and jelly chicken fingers hadn't been too bad. . . .)

"I figured it was some kind of overcompensatin'," Steve admitted, grinning. "I added spinach to my morning smoothie and brushed my teeth about four times."

"Yeah, sounds about right. After the entire hour I spent in the shower trying to get sap out of my hair."

He hadn't even climbed any sappy trees.

Steve laughed. "Tree sap or leftover maple syrup?"

"You know, I ain't even sure."

Steve laughed harder. "It's amazing we all survived, really. I think Tony's gonna sleep the stress off today."

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"He'll've earned it. I'd hate to be apologizin' to you know for knocking your baby teeth out."

"I did lose a few that way," Steve admitted. "Brooklyn was rougher than the movies show back in the '20s."

"Brooklyn was rougher than they show in the movies most times," Eliot said. "'Least before the hipsters got hold of it."

Steve made a little face. "I can't afford Brooklyn these days, and I have 70 years of military backpay. It's ridiculous."

Sorry not sorry, Eliot, your Sunday employee was a little shit who was absolutely coming in here with a grin on his face.

"So, how are those vegetable allergies working out for you?"

Eliot very delierately shoved some kale in his mouth, not loking up at Kanan until he finished. "Sorry, what was that?"

Kanan wasn't even going to bother hiding his grin at that.

"Oh, so you've recovered, then? That's good. That was a pretty tragic allergy you had, after all."

You weren't getting let off that hook that easy, buster.

"You sure you wanna give me shit the day after you unilaterally decided to offer free food to the majority of the island's population?"

Eliot would never give Kanan actual shit about that -- he wouldn't even make Kanan cover the cost of the food he'd given away. He was going to give him shit about it, though.

"Check the register yet? That food wasn't free, man," Kanan replied easily.

Look, Eliot, Kanan was a lot of things, but a thief, he was not. He'd squared up out of his own pocket before the day was through, he respected you too much not to.

"But really, giving you shit is one of the few joys I have in this life. Of course I'm going to do it."

Eliot rubbed his forehead. "Shit, man, you didn't actually have to do that. If I'da been . . . not . . . you know, this weekend, I probably woulda offered the same deal."

"Sure," Kanan replied, "but I wasn't going to assume, anyway. And it was probably the only way most of those kids were going to eat something that wasn't cookies all weekend, so it seemed worthwhile."

He shrugged.

"Doesn't actually bother me, you know."

Eliot made a face and speared another forkful of kale. "Man, I don't even know how I used to eat all that sugar. Like I wasn't hyper enough without it."

"I'm mostly impressed you didn't explode after you ate it all," Kanan confessed. "I've seen 'full of energy,' and then there's 'kid laying on the floor because he fell off his chair.'"

He chuckled and shook his head.

"Didn't think it would be that big a deal that I never made a blanket fort before."

"I was waitin' for the room to stop spinning," Eliot grumbled. "And makin' a blanket fort is a rite of passage where I'm from."

Okay, now Kanan had to ask.

"A rite of passage to what?"

To the inside of the blanket fort?

"Not bein' a baby anymore?" Look, kids didn't think things through that far.

"Apparently not where I came from," Kanan replied, still smirking faintly. "You were a cute kid, though. You might even have given me as a kid a run for my money."

Caleb had been a handful. Some Masters had even quietly dreaded the possibility that he'd end up in their lessons.

I could totally go for some good garlic-y kale right now.

And ice cream cake.

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