Smörgåsbord [Where the Devil's Nest used to be], Saturday [all day]

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Eric was in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and humming under his breath. He was wearing a chef's hat because how else would you know that he's a chef? The NPC kitchen staff buzzed around him cleaning pots, making cakes, and generally looking like the opening scene of The Bear Chicago Food Trauma.

"I have a good feeling about tonight, everyone!" Eric told them entirely unprompted. "Someone will come tonight that will change our lives!"

At least, he hoped so. Otherwise the restaurant would close and he'd have to go back to being the prince of Baronia, a totally real country.

[OOC: Also open!]

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[but_mostly_america]

"Are there no restaurants serving American food?" Sam wondered out loud as he walked in. "Surely not everything has to be foreign. I should buy this and turn it into some chain franchise!"

Yes, Sam was that sort of eagle. And yes he was still an eagle. Muppetmark movies were totally a thing, okay?

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Eric gasped dramatically. "We're not for sale!"

Probably. Depending on the offer.

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Sam chuckled patronizingly. "Everything is for sale, my dear boy!"

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"That's not true!"

Oh, it pretty much was.

[but_mostly_america]

Sweet summer viking!

"I assure you it is. You've only to find the right price. It's the American way!"

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"Oh, but I'm not American," Eric said in a vaguely British accent. Which he'd just remembered to do.

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Sam sniffed. "Clearly. Well, in this country we believe in the almighty dollar above all!"

Okay, crazed capitalist eagle.

He pulled out his phone and immediately started sending a message to someone. Presumably his real estate attorney.

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"Oh, I know all about that," Eric said with an eyeroll. "They ask for rent every month."

So rude.

[but_mostly_america]

"Of course they do," Sam said, staring at Eric for a moment before going back to his phone. "How else would they make their money? How much rent do they charge?"

He was looking into purchasing local real estate and had to know how much he could charge before the locals revolted!

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"Too much," Eric said. "They charge too much."

[but_mostly_america]

"Perhaps, young man, you simply need to raise your prices to compensate! Or perhaps...rebrand. To something less foreign."

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"There's nothing more American than Smörgåsbord!" Eric declared.

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Sam chuckled. "What an absurd notion. Why, I've half a mind to buy this place right now!"

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"I'm not selling!" Eric repeated. "But I will make you Smørrebrød!"

That was a lot of weird o's for an American restaurant, Eric.

[but_mostly_america]

"Is that a threat?"

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"No, it's a sandwich," Eric said, rolling his eyes.

[but_mostly_america]

The way to a maneagle's heart was through his stomach...

Sam's expression softened somehow. Just a little. Perhaps he was warming towards this secret prince.

"I do enjoy a sandwich. Very well. I will take your mildly threatening sandwich and your finest American beer!"

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It wasn't that fine a beer because they were trying to cut costs, but the bread and butter and stuff on it was an amazing sandwich.

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie strolled through, her music here louder, darker, busier - with just a strain of a royal match sneaking in here and there.

But there was a touch of hope in it as well, waiting for whatever wonders might happen.

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"No musicians in the kitchen!" Eric said, shooing her out.

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie retreated to th public side of the place, playing a few bars of "Can't Stop the Feeling" then segued into Neon Jungle's "Can't Stop the Love".

"Music and love will find a way, Prince - I mean "Chef"."