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Lukes, Tuesday

Mitsutada had missed some work days, so he was a little off his game when it came to dealing with the regular Luke's staff.

Then again, with the new danshi he'd had to deal with back at the Citadel, he was just grateful none of them were trying to strip at any excuse.

Today's Specials
Salmon Sashimi
Tuna Sashimi
Unagi Sashimi

He was, perhaps, phoning it in a little today.

Luke's was open! ~~and OCD-free~~

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Between her class earlier and doing a little of her own shield-surfing-and-shooting afterwards (to very...mixed results), Amaya had worked up quite the appetite. The kind where the last thing you wanted to do was cook for yourself, especially when your cooking was nothing much to write home about. So she figured a stop in at the diner might be in order.

"Heya," she said, waving a hand at the fellow behind the counter while she took a seat there. She took one cursory glance toward the specials board, realized she didn't recognize most of those words, and quickly added, "What's good today?"

"Greetings," Mitsutada said with a smile. He returned her wave with one of his own, a short gesture with his gloved hand. "There are many things good today, but the sashimi is on special. Perhaps some would prefer hot food after the storm, but I think it is always a good day for raw fish."

"Raw fish?" Amaya asked, leaning in slightly, as if to make sure that she heard that correctly. "Is that what...sashimi is?"

She tried not to sound to judgmental about it; after all, she wasn't the cook here (nor anywhere, really). But by her estimation, being a cook meant something was...you know...cooked. She was also the type to try to grill salad if she could, though.

"Correct," Mitsutada said. "Sliced thinly. It is a common food in Japan, where I am from. Of course, that's just what is on special. I am trained enough as a chef that I could at least approximate anything you had your heart set on eating. We are here to serve you, after all."

Amaya had started drumming her fingers on the counter a little, muted from her own gloves, brow knitted as he spoke. She didn't want to seem like she wasn't one to try new things, but...she also wasn't one to try new things, especially when those things went against everything she believed in to her very hungry soul.

Which is why, when he opened it up, she seized it as quick as she could. "Steak," she said, before the period could even form on his sentence. Then a hasty blush spread across her cheeks as she added a, "Please. Thank you. Charred on the outside, a little bloody in? With the biggest baked potato you got back there, with plenty of butter and cream and maybe some bits of bacon and those little round green things?"

Chives. They were called chives, Amaya.

Her stomach gave a hearty rumble of approval and she grinned, much less embarrassed about that one.

"And Japan, huh? Ain't that over near China?"

Look at her, getting all on-point with her Earth geography.

"There is but a sea between us, yes," Mitsutada said. "And Korea, for that matter, but we are in the same area." He held up a finger. "One moment while I put in your order."

Yes, he was going to make the kitchen staff make the steak and potato. He really was not making too much of an effort. He stepped away and got the line cooks on the job, and came back to the counter.

"Where are you from, if I may ask?"

"Thanks," Amaya grinned, nodding in gratitude when he get back, feeling the little rumble in her stomach of anticipation. "And I'm from a place called Daventry, by way of Llwedor, where I was born. I'd honestly be real surprised if you'd heard of either of 'em. This place here's an entirely different world, if you can believe that!"

"Oh, I can believe that," Mitsutada said. "I'm from the future, after all. Of a world similar to this one. Are you a teacher at the school? It seems most people around here are."

"Well, this place is well in the future for me," Amaya said, snorting a laugh, "so I don't think I can imagine what the future from here would be like. And, yeah, I am a teacher at the school."

She preened a little at this, mostly proud that she hadn't even killed any of the kids yet...though most of her kids were likely pull that off without her help.

"Still feels kinda weird saying it, though. I'm a blacksmith by trade, normally. Never thought I'd be teaching kids, but here I am. I run the general store here, too. Whole long story there, but I'm looking to break ground on a new shop just this summer. Seems like it can't get here fast enough, especially since winter decided to stick around a little longer."

"Oh, a smith? I rather like smiths," Mitsutada said. He heard the 'ding' of the order bell and went to go get Amaya's food, made exactly to her order, and placed it in front of her. "My name partially comes from a smith, actually. Mitsutada Osafune. He's the man who forged me."

And how could Amaya not beam like a beacon when someone complimented her trade while handing her a big piece of meat on a plate? "Oh, yeah?" she asked, reaching for a knife and fork and starting to dig into the thing. "Is that so?"

And her bite of steak got nearly to her mouth before the rest of it caught up with her and her eyes widened a little. "Wait, man who forged you?"

He...did say the future. Maybe he was one of those robot things.

"Ah," Mitsutada said with a little nod. "I am a sword, you see. My soul has been summoned into human form by a powerful sage. But I am still a sword."

Amaya set down her fork for a moment to tilt her head, considering that, making sure she understood it, and, nope, no, yup, that made sense. It wasn't anything she'd ever heard of before, but that didn't mean it didn't make sense. She picked her fork back up.

"Well, now, isn't that interesting," she remarked, finally getting her bite in. "What's that like for you?"

She liked to think that if she were a weapon (a great big old broad axe, no doubt, with far too many unnecessary spikes), and her soul had been transferred into a human body, she'd be pretty sore about it.

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