Luke's Diner; Tuesday [03/21].

[chef_chocobro]

There was, of course, some discourse going on at Luke's that day, between the staff, and Ignis continued to no doubt win the staff over with his middling over the finest of culinary details. And he realized that this might not exactly make him very popular with his new coworkers, but at least they'd have learned something when they worked with him.

"Well, it's just that it's much more of a ficelle," Ignis had offered, conclusively, "than a baguette, really..."

Even if that something was simply that Ignis was absolutely that person. Sure, sure, he could have just not said anything about it and just let it slide, but then it would be bothering him pretty much the entire rest of his day.

Today's Specials
Jambon Beurre sandwich on fresh baguette ficelle
French Onion soup
Chocolate croissant bread pudding

Luke's is open! And pedantic.

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[pocketpretzels]

Around lunchtime, Watts made his way into the diner. “Afternoon, Mr. Scientia,” he greeted.

[chef_chocobro]

"Detective Watts." Shifting his attention to the direction if his voice, Ignis offered a nod in greeting. Could this perhaps be the suggestion of his first regular, even after so soon on the job? The idea was certainly novel enough to warrant a faint grin, as well. "Good afternoon. What can we get for you today?"

[pocketpretzels]

Given that Watts enjoyed both food and Ignis’s company, that he would be a regular was a fairly safe bet.

Not that Watts was a betting man, but perhaps Ignis was.

“A sandwich,” he decided finally. “With peppers and tomatoes… cucumbers, perhaps some lettuce.., ” he mused. “And that bread pudding.”

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was certainly not a betting man, if he could help it, but when he was, he wagered big.

He scribbled down a mental list in his head of the sandwich, grinning faintly at the end. "That bread pudding," he assured Watts, "is an excellent choice. Any preference with your bread? The ficelle is quite good, but it does make for quite the slim sandwich."

[pocketpretzels]

“Ficelle, that’s the-“ Watts started to gesture the approximate width with his hands, and then stopped. Because oops. “No, no, that won’t do. I’m partial to a good sourdough, though.”

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis had no way of knowing, of course, but there was something about the way that statement cut off that had him imagining that Watts had, mostly by force of habit or just being the type to speak in gestures as much as he might words, held his hands out in a way one might to express the bread's diminished width. He amused himself with the idea, anyway, as he nodded.

"The sourdough it is, then," he noted, "and may it meet your expectations. Any dressings? And something to drink?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Whatever you think might go well with it,” Watts said. “And a cola.”

[chef_chocobro]

With a thoughtful hum, Ignis took that into consideration. "Coming right up," he said, before disappearing back into the kitchen for a moment. Since it was hardly busy and the order was simple enough, he took advantage of the occasion to not merely put the order in, but put it together himself, with a touch of help in the areas he hadn't quite familiarize himself with yet, adding just a bit of herbs and seasonings, a dash of oil and a tiny splash of vinegar, feeling that, if Watts had ordered a sandwich with a focus on the various vegetables, that anything more would overwhelm them, while this simple dressing would serve to merely highlight what was already there.

And returned a moment later, sandwich in one hand, bread pudding in the other, and followed them up with the cola a moment later.

"And there you are."

[pocketpretzels]

"My thanks," Watts said. "How are you finding it here?" he asked.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had been debating where to grab lunch when he remembered Luke's was an option on Tuesdays now . He headed in, figuring he could a least grab a sandwich.

[chef_chocobro]

Grateful for things like chimes on doors to alert him to the entrance of presumed customers, Ignis waited a moment, to track the direction of footsteps or shuffling to determine a vague direction of where they might be seating themselves before offering out a polite, "Be with you in a moment" before grabbing a menu and heading that way.

Throwing out the "Can I start you out with something to drink?" en route to use the response to hone in on their position a little better.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc hadn't met Ignis before to know about the vision issue. Now that he'd twigged to it he didn't mind talking more to help the guy out. "Yeah. Coffee. Black is fine."

Look for Marc that was more words than normal.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis nodded, sliding the menu onto the table for him to look over while he went back to the counter to pour the coffee, familiar steps traced ad nauseam until he barely had to think of them, and returned with the cup.

And at least one thing was certain whenever anyone came in for coffee on one of Ignis' shifts. It was guaranteed to be good enough for Ignis' own standards, which were substantial.

"Need a moment?" he then asked. "For your order?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was skimming the menu more than reading. "You got a pastrami on rye?"

[chef_chocobro]

"I'm sure we can muster one up," Ignis assured him. "Anything particular on it or with it?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Mustard on it, fries with it," Marc said. He closed the menu and looked around for any hints of where it should go. "Where do you want me to put the menu?"

[chef_chocobro]

"I'll take it off your hands," Ignis put out one of his own while tucking the order away in his head to take back to the kitchen with him, "and be right back with that shortly."

[hasaknightjob]

"Great," Marc said. Because some day he'd be the kind of person who would remember the words were thank you but today was not that day.

[pocketpretzels]

“Marc,” Watts waved him over. Come sit with him, Marc!

[hasaknightjob]

Sure, why not?

"Watts," Marc said as he grabbed a seat. Watts didn't look like anything was wrong so Marc wasn't going to ask if a switch was needed
He would ask, though, "How's it going?"

[pocketpretzels]

“I have no complaints, currently.” Watts said. “You?”

[hasaknightjob]

"Same," Marc said. He gave Watts a smirk, "Especially if you two are taking over cleaning."

[pocketpretzels]

“I’ll remember that, should you have commentary on how well a job we are doing,” Watts said with an answering smirk.

[hasaknightjob]

"I figure the amusement will balance it out," Marc told him.

He wasn't ruling out having notes though.

[pocketpretzels]

“We managed cleaning my kitchen perfectly fine,” Watts said primly. Granted, not to the standards they’d need to be Passover-ready and also not without getting, ahem, distracted a time or two, but the end result had been a reasonably clean kitchen!