Luke's Diner; Tuesday [04/04].

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis was really hoping that, when he got back home after his shift at the diner today, Gladio would be back to himself again. Mostly just because he truly was a dull and exceptionally boring roommate at a potted plant, but also because he might feel a little bit awkward about it, now that it seemed he was planning the specials board around the influx of edible flowers.

Waste not, want not, after all, especially since he didn't exactly have to worry about not being able to look his roommate in the eye afterwards.

And, to the question apparently on all his coworkers' minds that day?

"Romaine, actually," Ignis informed them. "Gladiolus tastes quite a bit like romaine lettuce, and sometimes chestnuts, depending on the preparation, and no, I don't know that from eating my roommate."

The kitchen staff didn't look convinced, but Ignis had no way of knowing that. He could, however, assure everyone that there were no gladiolus on the menu today, at least.

Today's Specials

Wok-tossed Beef with Edible Flowers
Sorrel Caesar Salad with Strawberries
Vanilla Bean Chamomile Cake

Luke's is open!

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[pocketpretzels]

Well, it was lunchtime, so guess who was here?

Or rather, don’t guess, Ignis, because he was announcing himself with an “Afternoon, Mr. Scientia.”

[chef_chocobro]

Well. Technically speaking, that was not, in fact, Watts announcing himself, but it did make the guessing a rather done deal, didn't it? So he didn't exactly have to tax himself with the identification, though there could always be a slim chance...

"Afternoon, Detective," Ignis answered back with a nod of greeting his way. "And a good one, I hope, though that greeting certainly gives it room to sway either way."

[pocketpretzels]

“Hard to say,” Watts admitted. “Given it has only just started.” Technically speaking, of course. “Yourself?”

[chef_chocobro]

Technically, yes.

"One could argue," and of course Ignis would, "that it starting at all immediately puts it in the good category, though I'm sure some poor sod could make a compelling case against that. And I'm doing well enough; rather tired of my roommate being a plant, but these things usually are just a matter of time. What can we get for you today?"

[pocketpretzels]

“The salad seems- interesting,” Watts said. “But all things considered, I’ll take a sandwich,” he decided, listing off the same veggies he’d had last time he’d ordered one. “A slice of the cake, too, and a cola,” he added.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis nodded, getting for Watts the beverage, first and foremost. "Then I will be back shortly," he said, exusing himself back to the kitchen for a few moments because he certainly did remember the sandwich as he'd prepared it for him the last time, and it was much easier to just do that than to just pass it over to the kitchen staff. Assuming, of course, they hadn't gone and rearranged everything on him.

(A switcheroo had been attempted with the bread, but that was cute, more than anything, that they thought that would throw him off, especially with a bread as notable as sourdough).

So the sandwich didn't take long, and a slice from the cake was soon to follow.

"And the salad," he then added thoughtfully, "is a rather refreshing take on the expected Caesar; I rather like it, myself, and find it quite light, so if you do find yourself a little more adventurous, it does come highly recommended."

He was the mind behind it, though, so that did make him a bit biased, perhaps.

[pocketpretzels]

“A side portion, then?” Watts mused. Truth be told, he had been tempted, but he was also about to embark upon a week without the good carbs , so a sandwich had seemed the way to go.

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis smiled and gave an approving nod at that. "After all," he added more reason to the fire, "can you truly have too many courses to a meal?"

[pocketpretzels]

“I’ve not found an upper limit yet,” Watts admitted.

[chef_chocobro]

"Then I doubt we'll be reaching it today with the addition of a side of salad," Ignis said, excusing himself for a moment to duck into the kitchen to fetch exactly that and add it Watts' growing meal.

[pocketpretzels]

“My thoughts exactly,” Watts agreed with a nod.

[chef_chocobro]

"Well, then," Ignis nodded, "I'll leave you to it. Let me know if there's anything else you, Detective."

[notagoose]

Goose had been feeling a little bit guilty that he had not stopped by the diner at all these past few weeks but he supposed with how quickly the end of semester was coming up, that he really did need to stop by and visit Ignis.

“Um … hi Ignis,” he said awkwardly, realising that he really had no idea what he was even going to say.

Maybe Ignis already knew from radio that he was leaving?

[chef_chocobro]

There had certainly been enough there for Ignis to garner a guess, and enough there for Ignis to have to contend with the fact that his initial response to the idea was somewhat one of relief. It was all terribly complicated, and having a plant for a roommate gave him plenty of time to spend ruminating on it quite a bit and coming to terms with the fact that he should probably go speak to Shane soon.

So this turn of events might actually save him the trouble, which would always be somewhat appreciated.

"Shane," he greeted him with a nod as he made his way over. "Hello. Come in for a bite to eat, have you?"

[notagoose]

“Um, yes please,” Goose said as he looked over at the special boards and stared at it for a few moments as he tried to work out what he wanted to eat, “what would you recommend?” he asked softly as he looked back at Ignis, trying to not think about how little time he did have left in Fandom.

[chef_chocobro]

"Honestly," said Ignis, after a moment to think about it and a wry breath made slightly more sardonic by a certain edge of regret in there, "for a man of your voracious appetite, I imagine an order of each of the specials should serve well for a nice, light snack, really..."

[notagoose]

“Then I’ll order one of each then,” Goose considered and then paused as he thought over Ignis’ recommendation, “actually I think I’ll go with two of each please, I think that should be enough,” he admitted, since he was feeling rather hungry and he had a feeling he was going to need a large meal.

[chef_chocobro]

"Are we really that hungry?" asked Ignis, with a quirk of his brow, although the skepticism was light; he really wouldn't be that surprised if he was. "Or are we merely looking forward to leftover for later?"

[notagoose]

"Er ... both I guess," Goose admitted, "I'm trying to not fill my fridge up so much since ..." his hesitated "well I guess so there's not so much left in when I ...um ...have to leave in a few weeks," he said softly.

Not that his fridge was that full or anything to start with but Goose had definitely been relying on leftovers more.

[chef_chocobro]

"Not looking to leave a nice surprise for the next tenant, then?" Ignis asked, with maybe a faint hint of an almost apologetic smile. Apologetic for the joking tone? Or an apology for the leaving? Probably a little bit of both, truth be told. "Although I should hope it wouldn't be sitting there for the entirety of the time you've got left."

[notagoose]

Goose did smile softly at that, “I think they might already be in for a surprise when they see the curry stain on the ceiling,” he admitted, “I think that’s well and truly stuck there, I did try to clean it again but it won’t budge,” he paused, “oh the leftovers won’t be there that long,” he assured Ignis, “they’ll probably be gone in a few days actually,” he added.

[chef_chocobro]

"If even that," said Ignis, with maybe a bit more to his own soft smile. "And I wouldn't even worry too much about the stain; it adds a certain....charm to the place. And who knows? Maybe they won't even notice.

"Let me go put in the order for beef," he added with a nod, "and I'll be back shortly with the salad."

And since none of the kitchen staff had messed with his mise en place that day (yet), he truly was back with it in a few moments, setting it down with a prompting, "And to drink?"

[notagoose]

“That’s true,” Goose admitted as he realised the odds of the food lasting weren’t very high.

Goose smiled as he waited for Ignis to come back and then he considered what drink he wanted.

“I’ll think I’ll have a lemonade please,” Goose said after he went through a few choices of what he wanted

[hasaknightjob]

Marc came in on his own - or at least as on his own as he ever did - and gave Ignis a, "Hey, how's it going?"

[chef_chocobro]

"It is going," Ignis noted, because even his most neutral of answers couldn't help but seem like a slight dig against the day in general, "so there is that."

He almost went ahead and poured a coffee for Marc, but instead just paused at the pot and asked, "Coffee?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah," Marc said. He took a seat and looked the specials over. "Guess you didn't run out of meat this week."

Get him being funny.

[chef_chocobro]

Or at the very least observational, which Ignis appreciated even more than humor, really. Enough that there was a faint grin on his face as he poured Marc his coffee and set it down in front of him.

"Certainly not," he assured him. "Would you like to give it a try? We can even shirk the edible flowers if you find they're a bit too offensive to the meatiness of it all."

Sorry, Marc. Blame a decade and a half of fighting a losing battle with Eos' pickiest eater for that one.

[hasaknightjob]

Normally Marc wouldn't mind but today in particular he was a man with needs. "Really in the mood for a turkey sandwich. And maybe a -"

Marc looked at the specials, noted that the dessert was cake, and instead went with, " - slice of pie if you've got it. Apple or something."

Maybe even cherry, to go with the good coffee.

[chef_chocobro]

"I'm sure we can scrounge up apple or something," said Ignis, especially since he felt a day at a diner without an apple pie on hand practically missed the point. "Any particular preparation for the sandwich?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Lettuce, tomato, mayo," Marc said, rattling it off like someone who'd given that specification more than a few times in his life. "White or whole wheat is fine."

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis nodded, taking a moment to repeat the order, not only for verification but also since he didn't exactly have the benefit of just jotting it down to remember, and then excused himself to go prepare it for Marc.

And, since he said either was fine, of course Ignis would be going for the healthier option of the whole wheat, and he brought it out with the pie, and he felt he'd done a pretty good job of placing it as directly in front of Marc as he could, but, well, he was just sort of guessing, albeit in an educated way.

"Bon appétit," he offered. "Do say the word if there's anything else you may need."

[hasaknightjob]

"Looks good," Marc said, which was as close as he was getting to saying thank you. "So how's it going?"

[chef_chocobro]

"I'll have to take your word for it," said Ignis, who really couldn't help himself, and then he shrugged his shoulder. "And, besides my roommate still being a plant at the moment, it's going well enough, thank you. But what can you do? Fandom problems. And yourself?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Well," Marc said, after giving it due consideration, "My roommate's not a plant, so I've got that going for me."

His "roommate" shared his body but that was a whole other deal.

"So they got hit by that wave of weird shit last week?" Marc asked. Had he ever been told that Ignis and Gladio were roommates, possibly by Gladio himself? Maybe. Did Marc bother to retain that information? Nope.

[chef_chocobro]

"It's a bit of an intrigue, isn't it?" Ignis mused. "That these things do tend to come in waves. A bit of a ripple effect."

And if he'd known about Prompto being back to himself again already this morning, he'd have had better hopes for Gladio not too far behind.

"I have, thankfully, escaped its influence..." He took a moment to rap his knuckles against the the surface in front of him. "...so far. Have you had the distinct pleasure yet?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not yet," Marc said. Hopefully never, but he figured best not to tempt fate by saying a flat out no. "Know people who have but that's about it. Stark? You know him? He turned into a koala."

Not that Marc had the pleasure of meeting koala Stark but he still knew it was a thing that happened.

[chef_chocobro]

"I do know Stark," Ignis confirmed. "And, as a student of his cooking classes, I've even had the pleasure to meet him as a koala, so to speak. As well as Summer as a squirrel, which he something he has the pleasure of dealing with currently."

Both events that made him increasingly glad that Gladio was just...a plant, and Prompto seemed to find someone else to take care of him when he went canine.

[hasaknightjob]

"At least they're both portable?" Marc offered. He took a sip of his coffee then added, "I mean I'm assuming they're normal sized."

Given Marc's history that might have been an incorrect assumption.

[chef_chocobro]

"And now," Ignis noted coolly, "I can fear the day when our radio squirrels become inexplicably giant-sized. Gods help us all, and may the rum supply hold out."

[hasaknightjob]

"I wonder if that'd make it harder for them to take notes?" Marc said. Not that he expected Ignis to have an answer for this. "Not as easy for them to sneak into places and eavesdrop."