Luke's Diner; Tuesday [04/11].

[chef_chocobro]

Even though Gladio hadn't been spending much time in the apartment since this post-flower bout of angry homesickness struck, Ignis was finding it impossible not to be at least somewhat influenced by it, too, even if he wasn't quite so firm on his feeling about it as his comrade was. And that was just it, wasn't it? Gladio was really the only one between the three of them that had anything still tying him inextricably to that world. Prompto, meanwhile, clearly had far more tying him to this one, now, and Ignis?

Well, Ignis rather felt somewhere in the middle. That there wasn't really a whole lot for him in either place.

But he was here now, and he was in a kitchen, and there were far worse places to be. But, inspired a bit all the same, he came in a little early to do a little scouring of the supplies to pull together the specials menu for the day.

Today's Specials
Smothered Baked Salmon
Burly Bean Bowl
Tenebrae-inspired Fruit Tart

Luke's is open!

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc came in around lunch time and helped himself to a seat. When Ignis was in hearing range Marc said, "Hey, how's it going?"

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Ignis would have liked to think he was in hearing range even back in the freezer. He would have been wrong, but 'in hearing range' was pretty much from the moment the door opened.

But when his way over toward the customer did come with a confirmation of which one it was, there was a slight rerouting to snag the coffee pot before he went over.

"Oh, well enough," he answered, honestly enough, as he poured for Marc the presumed coffee. "And yourself?"

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"Can't complain," Marc said. Not that he was inclined to even if he had things to complain about. "Enjoying the quiet."

Way to jinx things, Marc.

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Ignis breathed out a small laugh as he set down Marc's coffee. "Wise choice," he said, "to enjoy it while we still can."

After all, was it really jinxing it if it was just inevitable, anyway?

"And what are we in the mood for today?"

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"Got anything in a roast chicken?" Marc asked.

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"Well," said Ignis, in the dry tone of someone who really could not help himself even if he wanted to, and therefor was clearly just a victim of fate, "it's generally customary to remove the insides of a chicken before roasting it, so, unfortunately, no. But luckily, that means there's plenty of space for anything else you might like to put in there in their place."

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Luckily Ignis couldn't see Marc rolling his eyes. It might have been hinted at in his tone, though. "Don't need anything in it. Chicken breast if you've got it. Broccoli on the side."

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Ignis just assumed an eyeroll was implied, after a doozy like that one.

"Simple enough," he said with a nod. "Any other notes?"

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"B flat," Marc replied. Nobody tell Steven he'd made a pun.

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“Marc.”

Oh look, there was Watts, helping himself to a seat across from Marc.

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"Watts," Marc replied. "How's it going?"

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“Well enough,” Watts said. “Steven says hello.”

Hilarious.

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Marc stared at him. "Hilarious."

And he didn't even have the power of reading the narrative.

"This is what you two do when you're by yourselves?"

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Watts shrugged, picking up a napkin and twisting it in his hands.

“Sometimes, yes.”

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"I gave you the bedroom," Marc pointed out.

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“I thought you weren’t interested in knowing about what we do in there.”

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Marc facepalmed because he probably should've seen that coming. So to speak.

"He's a bad influence on you. I didn't even know he could be a bad influence."

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“I am not certain what you mean.”

His statement had been made in complete seriousness, thank you.

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“Good afternoon, Mr. Scientia,” Watts said as he entered the diner at lunchtime.

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"Detective Watts," Ignis greeted back, with a nod. "Good afternoon. How has your week been?"

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Watts considered the question. “Busy,” he finally settled on. “How about you?”

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"Significantly less so," Ignis admitted, trying his best not to bristle at the reality of that answer, "but that's hardly anything new, these days. Gladio, at least, has ceased to be a plant, with only minimal damage this time, so there is that.

"What can we get for you today?"

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Well, a sandwich was right out. So…

“The bean bowl,” he said, considering the specials board. “Does that contain meat?”

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"While the dish that inspired that recipe did, in fact, feature meat," Ignis reported, "it's actually quite vegetarian. Vegan, in fact, favorite an plethora of beans and vegetables in lieu of beef."

In a vain effort to get Noctis to eat more of both.

Gladio dealt with his homesickness in his way, Ignis in his own, as well.

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“I’ll take that, then,” Watts decided.

And though for various reasons Watts was not inclined towards feeling homesick for the place he’d come from, there must have been something in the air, because instead of the cola he customarily got with lunch?

“And- sarsaparilla, if you’ve got it.”