Luke's Diner; Tuesday [03/05].

[chef_chocobro]

Usually, when coming back from a trip and heading back into work at the diner, Ignis liked to plan a specials board around the flavors of the area he'd just experience, and the problem with that this time around was that the flavors of where they ended up left something much to be desired. And while there were still some distinct, fresh, even tropical flavors he still recalled from the feast provide at the very end of their stay at the intended location, there was still one flavor that was clearly standing out as the one that helped him get through the rest of the week.

He might have also liked to have gone with something a little more...subtle, but, at the same time, the fact that it wasn't subtle was one of the things that Ignis liked so much about coffee, so...well, there you have it.

Today's Specials

Coffee-Marinated Flank Fajitas with Pico de Gallo
Grilled Greens Salad with Coffee Vinaigrette
Mocha Raspberry Millefeuille

Luke's is open!

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[deathsmajesty]

Liliana's entrance into the diner was less brash than usual, more a thoughtful drifting than a dramatic stride.

"I say," she said, coming over to the counter to lay down her usual offering of Perk coffee, "I do believe that my delivery is even more extraneous than usual. Whatever shall I do? Perhaps it would be best to keep it then for myself...?"

[chef_chocobro]

"Don't...you...dare," said Ignis, with the exaggerated staccato firmness of the warning giving the natural low timbre of his voice almost a certain growl to it, though it was punctuated not by any actual threat or vitriol, but a small smirk.

But, just to be safe, he was going to claim the offering before it could be so summarily retracted.

"There's no such thing as extraneous coffee, besides," he informed her, taking a pointed sip, which seemed to warm his smile the way it did his insides. "And this is particularly welcome, darling, thank you."

[deathsmajesty]

"Illegal," she chided him. True, it wasn't her name that he was making a felony out of today, but he knew very well how that growl of his made her shiver. "Though I must ask, my darling, what makes this so particularly welcome, enough for you to engage in aural crimes against me?"

Her hand slid over the counter, brushing her cold fingers over the backs of his warm ones before sliding between them and offering a soft, fond squeeze.

[chef_chocobro]

"One can hardly be expected to constrict themselves to the restrictions of civilian law when faced with such clear declarations of war," Ignis countered loftily, with all the confidence of a verifiable expert in the field.

An expert who was gratefully entwining his fingers in hers to give a similar squeeze right back.

"And when one considers the quality of coffee," he continued, "it is important for one to also consider the source."

He brought that cool hand in his up to his warm lips.

"And I am not referring to where the Perk obtains its beans."

[deathsmajesty]

"I suppose I can hardly argue that anything that has passed through my hands has been particularly blessed by doing so," Liliana said idly, though, unlike yesterday's self-recriminations, if her riposte was a trifle lackluster it was only because she was plotting her own foray into criminality.

If threatening to take away his coffee had been the declaration of war, then let this be the first sally. Once his lips left the back of her hand - though she could still feel the warm imprint of them on her skin, bringing a smile to her lips even as her thoughts were moved to warfare - she tugged their clasped hands back to her own mouth. Though instead of following suit and brushing her lips over the backs, she turned them over, exposing his inner wrist.

First, a kiss, cool and soft. Then a nip, sharp and playful. And last, a quick flick over the spot with her tongue, to soothe the sting away.

"You were saying, my darling...?"

[chef_chocobro]

Every bit of Ignis' well-practiced and confident ability to maintain the utmost professionalism (at least when behind the counter at Luke's) threatened to crumble when that soft, expected kiss on his exposed wrist turned into a bite he hadn't expected (although, really, he should have). He sucked in a breath that escaped as a soft groan when her tongue administered its fleeting apology.

"Oh," he said, "something inane and inconsequential about coffee or war or whatever else, I'm sure. All the while, you're there and clearly famished, and I haven't even offered anything to satiate that hunger..."

[deathsmajesty]

That groan was also illegal, but also a spoil of war Liliana was all too glad to collect.

"And we've talked a great deal about your ability to satiate my rampant appetites," she agreed, still keeping hold of his hand.

He'd gotten coffee, she got his hand. Perfectly fair trade.

"If left hungry, I've been known to take matters into my own hands."

They frequently prided themselves on trading double entendres. Liliana was quite smug to have attained a triple. Lacking in wit? Her? Ha, never!