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Luke's Diner, Saturday

Miguel had resorted to swinging on webs to work today, and it still took him longer than usual. Fortunately, his strength meant he could still open the door; he left it open about an inch in case anyone else had the same problem and not the same solution.

He arrived to see this latest bout of island whimsy had also hit the cook and the busboy, but not the dishwasher - the rather harried dishwasher had the cook on his shoulder, talking him through making the orders.

Miguel just waved and went to get a cup of coffee. Maybe he'd bathe in it.

Today's specials:
Dim sum
Tapas
Basically small plates of everything

Luke's was open!

Please don't step on the busboy; he's doing his best.

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Seivarden, while not a victim, had figured out what was going on, so looking around the diner as she entered, she didn't expect everyone to be their usual size. Judging from the menu there was at least food being served.

"Hello?"

She looked around for a table for herself and Fjord, whom she hoped was his usual size. It would be a bit awkward otherwise.

Yeah, no, prepare for things to be awkward, Seivarden.

Fjord was here, and was sighing a little to himself. It had been one hell of a hike to this place from the hotel, and don't even ask how he'd gotten down to the main floor from his room in the first place. At least he was more or less clothed, wearing a pair of loose trousers and a loose button-down shirt that he'd worn to bed the night before, or this would have been a very interesting dinner, wouldn't it have.

"Hey!"

Yes, he was pretty much bellowing that up at her from where he was standing, on the floor out of the way of foot traffic, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Down here!"

Seivarden did recognize that voice, even if it came from a tiny Fjord down on the floor.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered, then looked around until she saw him.

"Hey," she called back. "Are you ok?"

Maybe the wrong question.

I mean..." she made a gesture. "... apart from being small."

"Apart from being small... well enough," Fjord agreed, looking relieved to have been spotted, at least. If minorly annoyed about the situation entirely. "On the plus side, I'll probably be a cheap date today."

... Not 'date' date. Just date, person you have plans with, Seivarden.

"Cheap date?" Seivarden blinked. "Oh, you mean... Never mind."

She looked at Fjord. And then the table.

"You need to get up on the table."

Offering to lift Fjord might be a little awkward.

Fjord stood there on the floor, arms still crossed over his chest, and just raised an eyebrow.

"I'll get right on that," he drawled. And then shook his head a little. "Just as soon as they install a ladder."

Honestly, how did she expect him to get up there? Just climb the table leg like a bear?

"So," Seivarden said tentatively. "Do you want me to lift you?"

She crouched down next to Fjord and held out a gloved hand.

"Might be easiest," Fjord allowed, eyeing that hand for a moment before, with a sigh, shrugging and stepping up into her palm. "Fucking weird, though."

All of this? Was fucking weird.

Seivarden raised her hand slowly until she reached the edge of the table.

"Fucking weird," she agreed.

Fucking annoying too. This wasn't how she had planned this. While Fjord had been clear about not being interested, she could at least enjoy the view, which wasn't the same when someone was tiny.

And Fjord... stepped off her hand onto the table, and then, after a moment of consideration, reached for a napkin and folded it a few times, making himself a cushion to sit on.

"At least the conversation should still be good?"

He was going to be smaller than most of the food offerings.

"Oh, of course."

She hoped he was right, or this would end up being both awkward and boring. Taking a seat opposite Fjord, she continued:

"So what would you like to eat?"

A moment later: "I can cut it into small pieces for you."

"I think if ever there was a good day to give a thick, hearty cream soup a try, today would be it," Fjord decided, not really in the mood for anybody cutting his food for him, no. "What were you thinking of having?"

"The soup sounds like a good choice," Seivarden said, relieved that she wouldn't have to cut food for Fjord. "I'm sure they have soup. I might have the Dim Sum, and some tea, of course."

She felt she should be used to things like this by now, but no, this was definitely very awkward.

"So, how has your day been?"

He really had tiny claws today.

He kind of had tiny everything today.

"Well, woke up to an elf throwing things around the room," Fjord replied, rolling his eyes and settling into his napkin seat. "Which has more or less set the tone for the rest of the day."

"I would ask why, but I've met your roommate," Seivarden said with a grin.

Tiny Fjord was sort of cute, in that tiny kind of way, but not quite the view Seivarden had hoped for.

"I suppose it would have been bad if I had woken up your size and had to face Issa."

Fjord gave a little (very little) laugh at that. Really, it would have been worse if he had to face Issa, all things considered.

"Well, then it's fortunate it didn't come to that," he replied. "Though it definitely wouldn't have been a boring morning. You might've been a little late for dinner."

"Probably not showed up at all. How did you even open the door?"

Seivarden found herself smiling. Yes, Fjord was rather cute, even if it wasn't in the way she preferred.

"Fenris was the one who figured that one out," Fjord replied. "Moment he woke up and realized what had happened, he was already hard at work figuring out a solution. It involved shoelaces."

"Shoelaces?" Seivarden asked, making a gesture to the normal-sized staff that they were ready to order.

"Sounds creative."

"Shoelaces and dental floss," Fjord agreed. "Fenris is nothing if not resourceful."

Even if he'd hit Fjord with a bible.

"I..." Seivarden began. "I get that impression."

The busboy appeared at the table, being of normal size.

"Dim Sum for me, soup for my friend and tea for us both."

"Proper tea," she added.

Fjord opened his mouth for a moment, found that his order had already been placed for him, and then shrugged slightly, glancing up at their server. The guy looked a little harried. He supposed he couldn't much blame him. He waved hello up to him, added, "Some kind of thick cream soup," and then settled back into his napkin while the busboy tried to figure out what the hell kind of tea 'proper' was.

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"Not in a teabag," Seivarden clarified. "Miguel knows how to make it."

She turned to Fjord again. "I hadn't expected a diner to be the place to go to for tea."

"This island is full of surprises, I suppose," Fjord replied. "Of all kinds."

Case in point, the pocket-sized half-orc.

The pocket-sized half-orc, who was adorable, although not in the way Seivarden preferred.

"So, what have been the worst surprise so far?" Seivarden asked.

That was an excellent question, wasn't it?

"Could've gone without being a child again," Fjord decided on. "I put a lot of hard work into making it to this point, I want to think I earned the right to stay an adult, too."

"I admit that wasn't too bad for me, as far as things here go," Seivarden said, trying to think of something more uplifting, and not more questions about Fjord's childhood.

"But I apologize, that was a depressing subject."

She paused, trying to think of something else, and was saved by tea.

"Oh, look," she said, relieved as the pot was placed in front of them

Given the fact that it was bigger than Fjord currently was, the pot really was difficult to miss. He glanced up at it, smiled wryly, and nodded his approval of the... distraction, mostly.

"I can honestly say I've never seen that much tea in one place in my life."

"Hm."

Seivarden looked at the tiny bowl placed next to her own cup. It was still more the size of a big fruit bowl for Fjord.

She tried to pour the for both of them, mostly successfully.

And Fjord... was now going to be drinking tea for the rest of the day, he was pretty sure.

"Thank you," he said, reaching for... the dish.

Seivarden took a sip from her own cup.

"This is good. In a nice everyday way."

She looked at Fjord.

"How are you doing?"

"All things considered? I can't complain," Fjord replied. "I'd be more worried if I didn't think this would wear off before long, but as things stand? This is fine."

"I hope you can actually drink some of that tea," Seivarden said. "Or we'll have to come back when you're back to normal."

Or Fjord could listen to Fenris.

Yeah, Fjord was remembering what Fenris had said that morning as it was.

"The tea's fine," he promised. "I'll just have to drink it fast. It's liable to get cold faster this way."

"Tea should be the right temperature," Seivarden said. "Although it might not be good for you to drink all of that if you want to be able to sleep tonight."

Although that was just an assumption. Seivarden knew nothing of half-orcs really.

"I'll probably need the extra energy just to get back up to my room," Fjord mused, smiling crookedly. "I'll see how much I can manage, anyway."

"I could... help you if you like."

It would be awkward. Seivarden was making an effort.

"Nah, don't worry about it," Fjord replied, shaking his head. "If all else fails, I'll see if I can get the concierge to hit the buttons in the elevator for me."

... And then pray he didn't fall down the gap in the door, down the elevator shaft.

Miguel pulled himself away from his coffee and shot a web up to the ceiling to swing over and land on the wall by Seivarden's shoulder. "Hey, Seivarden. You missed the weird this time?"

Seivarden almost jumped when a tiny Miguel suddenly appeared on the wall. "What are you, some kind of spider?" she said, laughing awkwardly.

"Yes, actually," Miguel said, deadpan. "But smaller than usual today, thanks to the island. Can I get you something?"

"I'm waiting for Fjord," she said.

Seivarden assumed Miguel was joking. Then again...

"You are joking, right?"

"No, I really am offering to serve you," Miguel said. "Have a seat. You want some tea while you wait?"

"I'd love some tea," Seivarden said, adding after a pause: "Do you need help with making it?"

She normally wouldn't offer, but she didn't want Miguel to pour boiling water over himself.

"Nah, I'm good."

Miguel jumped and swung back to the counter, then on into the kitchen to get the tea. A few minutes later, he swung back with the box in his free hand and set it on the counter.

He webbed the handle of a teapot from under the counter and pulled it up, then climbed up the side of the box and reached in to get the little pyramids, sliced them open with his talons, climbed up the pot, hauled up the bags, and dumped them in.

Then he grabbed the handle of the pot, dragged it over to the hot-water dispenser, and jumped up to stand on the handle. He had to jump on it a few times to get it down far enough for the water to come out, then he just webbed it down, waited until the pot was almost full, and sliced the webs.

"Tea!" he announced.

...Okay, Seivarden, you could come and get it yourself. Dragging the thing once it was full might not happen without spilling.

Seivarden gaped. At least a little.

"Thank you," she said, walking over to get the teapot.

"Welcome," Miguel answered. "Just let me know if you need anything else."

Hey, super strength came in handy when you were this size; who knew?

Seivarden was just a little bit curious what Miguel did with those abilities when he was his usual size, but didn't want to ask.

"I'm good for now. Let's see if Fjord shows up."

Pretty much the same thing, with less tea and more destruction.

"Okay; let me know if you change your mind."

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