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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [03/28].

Even though he hadn't even been employed at Luke's for even a full month yet, Ignis had absolutely no issues with executing his veto rights in crafting the day's specials.

"We are absolutely not doing anything en flambé," he insisted coolly, even if it was one of his particular specialties. "I'm blind, not tone deaf."

Just for that, in fact, he decided to sway things hard in the opposite direction.

Today's Specials

Cold Cucumber Soup with Yogurt and Dill
Blood Orange Avocado Salad
Lemon Pie Milkshake

Luke's is open!

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In what was surely a shocking turn of events, once lunchtime rolled around there was a Watts in the diner.

“Afternoon, Mr. Scientia,” he greeted. “How are things going today?”

Truly, the shock of it all was downright staggering.

"Detective Watts," Ignis greeted back, with a nod his way. "Things are going well. A bit of a clash of opinions in the kitchen earlier, but I'm starting to believe that is just standard operating procedure. And how has the day been treating you? What are we in the mood for today?"

“I’m doing well,” Watts said. “A quiet morning, so far- I’ll take that salad you’ve got on special, and a cola.” Not even a moment’s hesitation there when it came to ordering.

"Well, with the excitement of the weekend," said Ignis, taking a moment to get the beverage for Watts first and foremost before turning his attention to the salad and appreciating the ease of a special that required most of the prep work beforehand, "I can imagine a quiet morning is quite welcome."

“Mmm,” Watts hummed in agreement. “Though- I did miss what most people here would term the actual excitement, having headed home early from the flea market on Saturday.”

"And I'd skipped the whole thing entirely for babysitting and stocking the Argentums' fridge for the week, myself," Ignis said. After all, what was he going to do? Browse all the booths by handling every thing with all the scrutiny his fingers could afford? Perhaps it would be a bit different if it were a farmers market that could engage his other senses to a much more satisfactory conclusion, but all of that was neither here nor there. "And a good thing for it, too. If radio is to be believed, Liz is about to have her hands quite full."

It also had Ignis wondering if he was about to have a plant as a roommate for a short while, since the last time Prompto turned into a puppy, a gladiolus was not too far behind, and he half-expected to have to detour to the gym to pick up a potted plant later this evening.

“Wh- ah. An infant as well as a husband-turned-puppy. Yes. That would keep one busy.”

"And having cared for that puppy myself in the past," Ignis noted, "I can attest to the fact that Prompto does, in fact, manage to maintain his boundless energy in that form. Though he has mellowed out quite a bit, these last few years."

The last few months, specifically, but the weight of caretaking would do that to anyone, really...

“Well, be thankful for small favours, I suppose?” Watts said.

"Indeed," Ignis agreed, with a faint touch of a smile. "Well then," he offered, "other than a fortunate avoidance of the weekend's excitement, anything else interesting to note, or shall I just leave you enjoy your meal in peace?"

“I suppose that depends on how interesting,” and there was a pause there so Watts could make a deeply appreciative noise as he popped one of the orange segments in his mouth, “you find deep-cleaning an apartment to be, as that is what occupied most of my time.”

Spotting Watts, Marc gave him a nod and a "Hey."

“Marc,” Watts greeted in return. “How’s your day going?”

Marc shrugged. "Nothing new. You?"

Fortunately Watts already knew that if you wanted informative updates, talk to Steven.

“Much the same,” Watts admitted. Unlike Marc, Watts hadn’t gotten up early to exercise. In fact it was possible he was only recently out of bed, much less his apartment.

"Not a bad job on the apartment Sunday," Marc told him. You know, when Watts and Steven got around to it. "Pretty good for a first time."

“I was going to ask if we passed muster,” Watts admitted.

"The kitchen will need a final pass but that's normal," Marc said. "It's part of the whole thing."

Watts nodded. “I expected as much. And- I’m sure Steven’s let you know but you’re welcome to join me for meals in my apartment should you care to, in the meantime.”

"He'll definitely be taking you up on that," Marc said. Because Steven didn't really need much of an excuse. "You ready to give up the good carbs?"

“Not at all,” Watts admitted with a slight grimace.

"Get 'em in while you can," Marc said, not without sympathy. "Least it's only a week. Better that than a month."

“Oh, I intend to,” Watts said, fishing out a cookie from one jacket pocket and biting into it for emphasis.

Of course Watts had snacks on hand while he was eating lunch. On the one hand, if there was ever one of those weird weekends of people not being themselves again, that'd for sure be one way to guess if Watts wasn't himself.

"Don't forget to get your clothes cleaned," Marc said. "Unless you've got a suit set aside already?"

“Other way ‘round,” Watts said. “I’ll be sending most of my suits out in a couple days- they could use a good cleaning anyway.”

Marc nodded in approval of the plan. "That'll work. And you can leave them at our place."

Watts already had space in Steven's side of the closet but if nothing else Marc figured it couldn't hurt to give the reminder.

"Is there anything else I ought to look into? Steven mentioned Raphael's food was fine." Not that Marc was probably losing sleep over that, but he had been the one to mention it in the first place.

Marc took a sip of his coffee. "Far as I can tell you're good. Make sure you're careful on the wine you drink when the time comes."

"Yes," Watts nodded. "I'm already looking in to finding some good vintages."

Because he wasn't just going to go with the first kosher-for-Passover labelled wine he could find, pfft. He had standards.

"There's always grape juice in a pinch," Marc said.

Look at him. Making jokes.

Well, "jokes."

Yeah, Watts was just going to shake his head and pointedly eat a bite of salad.

"I'm not wrong," Marc said. Then just as pointedly had a bite of his burger.

Marc came in around lunch time. He took one look at the specials and shook his head. Even so he waited for a mom when it didn't look like Ignis was distracted in order to say, "Hey. How's it going?"

More words than his usual greetings for people but he figured in Ignis's case that would be more useful for triangulating on him.

Recognizing the voice easily from last week, Ignis couldn't help the same sort of faint smile he'd had at Watts' return from that same week, toward the novelty of now perhaps having multiple regulars to look forward to, although he did understand that he may be getting ahead of himself. Still, one had to find their amusements where they could.

"Fairly well thus far," he answered, easily finding his way over and half-wondering if he should have saved himself some trouble by grabbing the coffee pot. "But who knows what else the day may bring? And yourself? Should we start you out with some coffee?"

"That works," Marc said. "Black is fine. What's with the specials?"

Ignis gave a soft, thoughtful hum as he went back to the coffee pot to pour a mug and bring it over.

"How do you mean?"

Obviously, he knew the theme because he chose them, but he was fairly interested to hear what others might find in there.

"No meat," Marc said. "Hoping that doesn't mean you're out."

There was....a pause, and a certain sense of satisfaction that he had indeed asked, because....

"I hadn't actually realized," Ignis noted, in a very rare moment of seeming quite a bit surprised, and then, an even rarer sound that might be identified as a laugh. "But, no, rest assured, we still have plenty of meat, I was just in a bit of a reactionary mood, since the kitchen staff didn't seem to think this weekend's fire was enough, apparently. And I seem to have missed a good opportunity for some charcuterie or ceviche."

"Not too late to update the board," Marc pointed out. "But yeah, my next guess was the stove was broken."

Ignis waved a hand dismissively toward the board, because, yes, while it wasn't too late to change it, it actually was a bit of a nuisance for him to do so, and even with the looming possibility of two potential regulars, it was certainly not busy enough on a Tuesday for him to concern himself with it enough to bother.

"Ah," he said, "good. So my true motivations remain mysterious and inscrutable. But the stove, too, is quite functional. So what can we get for you today? Or do you plan to subsist only on coffee for the duration of your visit today?"

To be fair, it was damn good coffee. Ignis made sure of it, and that was a mood he could definitely be here for.

"Burger," Marc said. "Medium. Lettuce, tomato, no cheese or anything like that. Fries. And the coffee's good."

Both in quality and as the thing he'd be continuing to drink while he was here.

"Fairly minimalist," Ignis noted. "Makes our job easy. Well, then, be back with that in a moment."

And then, lo and behold, in due time, he returned with the order in one hand, and a coffee pot for a refill in the other.

He briefly considered making the attempt to locate the cup, but, for the sake of the coffee more than anything, he did wind up just holding out a hand for the mug instead. "Refill?" he checked, with maybe the faintest sigh of frustration as he would have to think of a better solution there. Maybe just save everyone the trouble and bring a fresh mug every time, really make the dishwasher earn his paycheck.

"Yeah." Marc handed him the cup, but also clocked the difficulty. "Guessing it's hard to know where to pour without getting handsy?"

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