Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel waited until he'd had his coffee to even argue with the cook.

"It's mashup day!" the man declared.

"How can you even have mashups without mashed potatoes?"

"There is a difference between mashing and mashing up."

"Fine, whatever, you do you. I'll handle them."

Today's specials:
Banana bread french toast
Peanut butter and jelly waffles
French onion mac & cheese soup
Mexican mashed potatoes
Mashed potato, queso fresco, and ham empanadas



Luke's was open!

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[1000yearstoolate]

After she had closed the flower shop Seivarden stopped by Luke's. Good food, decent tea and company seemed like a good idea, and she smiled at Miguel as she entered.

[what_the_shock]

"Hey, Seivarden!" Miguel was already reaching for the little metal pot. "Tea?"

"We can make tea waffles!" the cook chimed in.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Good evening. And yes, tea, please." She tilted her head a little, still looking at Miguel. "Are tea waffles supposed to go with tea or are they made with tea?"

[what_the_shock]

"They're green," Miguel said. "Made with tea powder. I haven't tried them yet." He did the teabag-slicing and got everything ready. "They're combining things today."

He slid the pot and a cup in front of Seivarden. "You don't have to have them, but if you do and don't like them, we'll get you something else."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Sounds weird, but I'll try them," Seivarden said, leaning a little against the counter. She nodded towards the teapot. "Easier today? I was impressed last week though."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel laughed. "Yeah, definitely easier today, though at least the strength came in handy last week."

He wrote down the waffle order and set it on the couknter for the kitchen. "Do the island's weird things miss you a lot, or did you just get lucky?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Just lucky," Seivarden said. "Very lucky, I'm not sure I'd escaped from my cat."

She continued: "So... you can do... that still?"

[what_the_shock]

"Make tea? Definitely."

Miguel could occasionally be a little shit.

He hooked a thumb at the pot. "Doesn't that work for you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden snorted. "You know I like the tea here. And what I meant."

She smiled, shrugging. "I didn't mean to pry."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. I don't mind around here, though. Yeah, I can still pick up things larger and heavier than myself."

Like cars. Counters. Possibly small buildings.

"It's a gift."

[1000yearstoolate]

"If you wanted to hide it you should have hidden it better," Seivarden said. "Sounds practical though. And I appreciated the effort last week, even if I was prepared to offer to make the tea myself."

[what_the_shock]

"Nah, it was my job," Miguel pointed out. "And kind of fun, honestly, seeing how much I could do still at that size. It's harder to gauge my strength usually - there's only so far I can go at normal size. I mean, I could pick up a corner of my bed. It's hard to find things that size relative to me on a normal day, so I had no idea."

[1000yearstoolate]

I... can understand that."

Not really, but Seivarden wasn't sure what else to say.

[what_the_shock]

Yeah, that didn't sound terribly convincing, but Miguel wasn't exactly invested in explaining, so he let it go.

Fortunately, the waffles came up, and Miguel transferred them from the counter to Seivarden. They, were, as promised, green.

"Let me know how those are."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Green?"

Seivarden grinned, reaching for a knife and fork.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel laughed. "Apart from green."