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Luke's Diner, Saturday

Miguel had no intentions of opening the diner today what with everything going on.

He was, however, going to go there and make sure the staff had been smart enough to stay home.

He facepalmed. "Okay, look," he told the cook, "I'm impressed you showed up and your work ethic's great. Now let's get you home in one piece, okay?"

After that, he'd be coming back to run the busboy home.

Then the dishwasher.

Apparently none of them had a self-preservation instinct.

Lukes was...sort of open, until Miguel got everyone home safely.

[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by when Miguel's there or when he isn't.]

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Hanna wandered in, in search of food.

Her conversation had deteriorated since the last time she'd visited this place, but she remembered there had been food here.

The bow and arrow looked very well-used as she snuck in the side-door.

Miguel came back from bringing the busboy home and spotted her. He frowned. "Hey, you should probably be at home." He saw the bow and arrow, but still - there were weird things afoot.

Hanna gave him a very wary look, head cocked, and reached out for one of the cabinets. There was a knife in her other hand, now. She didn't answer Miles in words, but she jerked her chin toward the food, and then made biting faces.

Okay, that was a little weird, but clear.

"Huh. Okay, sure." Miguel looked around, but heck, it was probably as safe here as anywhere. "Want me to cook you a burger or something?" He waved at the stove and headed for it, careful not to come to close to her.

Hanna watched him curiously. The knife had vanished back into her clothing, and she'd found a box of cereal. She sniffed as he started getting the food out, and stuffed a mouthful into her face.

Fooooooooooood. Her stumble rumbled ominously.

Miguel grabbed a couple patties out of the fridge and took down a pan, starting them cooking as he went for a bun. "So you don't talk. Do you understand me?" he asked.

Hanna's mouth was watering, but she nodded her head jerkily at his question. She'd forgotten what wasn't necessary; her name, a lot of her history, words. But she still remembered enough to know what was going on, and for that, you had to understand people. She paused, then offered him a handful of cereal, very carefully.

He seemed... nice. And so, she wasn't going to lead with the knife or arrow.

"Thanks." Miguel grinned at her and took just a couple pieces. He wasn't really hungry, but he didn't want her to think he was bad and run off before he fed her.

Crap, he was turning into his mother. Only with slightly less crazy.

"You want some fries, too?" The cook had started the fryer, and it wouldn't take much to get it back up and running. Miguel started it up and searched for the fries. He had a feeling her answer would be yes; call it a hunch.

"Mmmmmmmm." FRIES. She'd been a good enough hunter, even before hell came to stay in her world, that she wasn't starving, just ... always hungry. But food that reminded her of Before was treasured. Hanna nodded vigorously, then paused, pointed to herself... and then looked helpless. The name, the name was gone.

Crap. That look was bad. "Don't worry about it," Miguel assured her. "I'm Miguel. Doesn't matter if you can tell me yours or not."

He found the fries and dumped them in the fryer before checking the meat and turning it over. "Cheese?"

Another, slower nod, and Hanna ate another handful of cereal. She'd had a name. People had names. Well. Maybe she'd remember it again, later.

"Mi-guel," she whispered, very quietly. Sometimes she could manage that, words for a little while. She made the sign-language sign for thank you, and looked around carefully checking for any threats.

Miguel smiled, probably out of proportion to that tiny word. "You can look around wherever you like," he told her. "Just don't go too far into the freezer; it's easy to get lost."

He got out the cheese, set it to grilling on the burger, and found some green beans he could throw in the microwave. Vegetables were good too, right?

Green things that were meant to be green were always good! Hanna sniffed again, and then started to look around, peeking in the microwave, the other cupboards (a cup! Ooo), and peering up at the fans and air ducts.

She opened the freezer door and stared. Then looked back at Miguel, and then at the freezer, pointing. The sign language for WHAT? was made without her even realizing it.

Miguel shrugged as he checked the fries and started them draining. "Told you it was easy to get lost in there. It's bigger on the inside. I'm not sure how it works, though."

Hanna closed the door and gave it a firm pat, then wandered back over to watch the fries get made. Yummmmmmm. She smiled at Miguel, then offered him more cereal. Share?

She glanced out the window to check on the landscape, eyes flickering fast. There was a slug out there, approaching the diner. Her eyes narrowed.

Miguel smiled back and took another piece of cereal.

He felt her tense and followed her gaze. "I locked the door," he told her. "That ought to keep it out." So far the only abilities he'd seen from the slugs were biting and being big and ugly, none of which would get it through whatever the front of the diner was made of. "This place is tougher than it looks."

"Hmmmm." Hanna managed to get a lot of speculation into a non-word there. She held up her bow, and plucked the string, then pointed out the window, eyebrows up. Yes? Shootingness now? She needed the practice. Plus, she owed him for lunch.

"You'd have to go outside," Miguel pointed out. "Why not just stay here where it's safer?"

As an incentive, he shook out the fries onto a plate next to the cheeseburger, then added the green beans. Wasn't that better than shooting slugs?

well. He had a point there. Mostly because the slugs were no kind of challenge at all. Mostly Hanna just missed shooting things.

But FOOD beat out everything. Hanna grabbed the burger and took a huge bite, then stopped, her eyes rolling in bliss.

CHEESEBURGER.

"You a student up at the school?" Miguel asked, letting her eat as he...ignored cleaning up and made a few more sandwiches. Hey, she was hungry, and it wasn't like there were customers to worry about.

Hanna paused, frowning, and shook her head. Then shrugged. If she ever had been, she wasn't any more. She pointed at Miguel, her eyebrows going up. You? she implied. She looked around, half-remembering someone being here. Someone gruff and skilled, who'd been helpful. No face attached to the memory, though.

Miguel huffed in laughter. "Not me. I just came here to have a vacation from saving the multiverse." Which sounded a bit silly right about now. "I work here on Saturdays, but that's about it."

He reached back into the fridge for a couple apples and set them down in front of her.

Apples! How long had it been since she'd seen them?! Hanna pounced on one and brought it to her nose for a long sniff, and a happy, beaming smile at Miguel. Then bit into it ferociously, chewing with her mouth closed only so nothing could escape.

You are a God, Mr. Miguel.

No, just a guy with a soft spot for starving kids and a fully stocked kitchen.

"Do you have someplace to go?" Miguel asked. "Someplace safe?"

He checked the fridge, found some orange juice, and poured her a glass of that, too.

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Hanna nodded, mouth still full of apple, and pointed in the direction of the Preserve. She had a hammock strung up high and everything!

Fries, fries, fries. She didn't have fries in the forest, though. Nom nom nom.

That was a direction; a direction could mean anything. But if she said she had a safe place, he'd trust that she did.

"What brings you out here?" Miguel asked.

Hanna gave him a puzzled look. Then put down the food for a second to mime

-- explosions! A big portal! The end of the world! --

...so, the usual. She shrugged and picked up her burger again, nearly finished with it now.

Okay, explosions Miguel got, portal he...sort of thought he got. After that, he was lost.

"So, you came to help, or you got forced out of your place?" he asked.

And set a plate of three more sandwiches in front of her.

Seriously, Miguel, Hanna loved you more than nearly anyone else she could remember right now. Foooood.

Hanna held up her finger for that first one, and nodded. Then made a see-saw motion with her hand for that second one, because, well... her lips wibbled a little, and then she was biting into another fry. Maybe if she stayed her long enough, she'd forget what that place was like.

Given her memory, that wasn't saying much.

Miguel frowned. So she had a safe place, maybe, but she clearly hadn't eaten well in a while, and she was here to help against whatever was going on, which according to radio might have something to do with portals...

"Are you from another dimension?"

That sounded right. Or maybe it was world? Time? Were they the same thing? Hanna nodded, then shrugged again, mouth sad.

Hey. That was her name!

She pointed to herself again. "Hanna."

Miguel grinned at her. "Hi, Hanna. Stay here as long as you like, and you can have whatever food you need." If Eliot complained, he could take it out of Miguel's pay.

"Is there anything we need to know to stop the -" he repeated her gestures of explosions, portal, end of the world.

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