Smörgåsbord [Sunday]

[texted3times]

Okay, so Eric had secretly hoping for a slightly hotter person/eagle to whisk in and fix his problems, but beggars (even secret prince beggars) could not be choosers and if his visitor yesterday wanted to become his restaurant's benefactor, that was soooo much better than bankruptcy!

Which would be a bummer to end the weekend, really.

So Eric was humming happily to himself as he did chef-y things in his kitchen with the door to his restaurant open despite not serving for at least an hour!

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[but_mostly_america]

Sam had returned the restaurant after a good night's sleep. Of course he was going to just walk in even though it was well before opening time.

"I've made up my mind," he declared. "I would like to invest!" And buy the building but he was being quieter about that.

[texted3times]

"That is amazing news!" Eric said in his vaguely Nordic accent because no one had money for a dialect coach this weekend.

[but_mostly_america]

"You remind me of my son," Sam said. "I couldn't support him but I would like to support you!"

[texted3times]

"Well, I will definitely take advantage of whatever residual guilt you might be feeling!" Eric said. "Thank you!"

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was here from the Big City, but not like that. She had a big time executive job, but she was here to help her sick relative, and that was that.

She arrived in her big fancy business suit and pumps, her hair slicked back into a tight bun, and on her cell phone.

[texted3times]

Oh, thank God, someone not eagle shaped. "Can I help you?" Eric called from the kitchen before coming out in his chef's hat.

Because he's a chef, okay. Not a prince. A chef.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey held out a hand with a finger up in the "one second" signal as she continued her phone call. Business was businessing.

[texted3times]

"Wow," Eric said, blinking. He loved being casually dismissed!

[thatwaslucky]

She ended the call and said, "Sorry. You know how business is. I'd like a meal, please."

[texted3times]

"We're not open for another hour, but I can see what I can do," Eric said. "Do you like sandwiches?"

Hopefully she wasn't gluten intolerant!

[thatwaslucky]

"It'll have to do," she said with a sigh. "Beware, I need everything on the side."

[texted3times]

Of course she did.

"Any allergies?" Eric asked.

[thatwaslucky]

"No, I'm just particular," she said.

[texted3times]

Oh, a chef's favorite kind of customer.

"I'll see what I can do," he said with a flirty smile, heading back into the kitchen.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey waited semi-patiently. Demi, because she was already firing off an email.

"Do you have wifi?" she called. "I'm very important."

[texted3times]

"Yes, but you have to be able to spell smörgåsbord to use it," Eric said.

[thatwaslucky]

"Of course I can, I'm very intelligent. I was valedictorian of my class of 15 in this small town," she said.

[texted3times]

"That's very impressive," Eric agreed. "So how do you spell it?"