[True_Writers: 28.B.1]
Earth!AU response. I needed a bit of brevity. They are usually little buckets of angst, do forgive my momentary venture into comedy. Sometimes they need to laugh, y/y? Besides, one of the survivors just HAD to be a restaurateur with a clever sense of humor, or someone who used to be in marketing for a living.
Leoben here is cylon_prophet, and Sam is notmyfate, and I promise we'll return to our regularly scheduled angst programming after this brief little interlude. arrow_of_apollo, I apologize for the joke! :D
"Stop laughing. I mean it." Kara pointed her fork at Sam. "It's not funny." She looked down at the menu and scowled again. "I just can't believe this."
Sam was laughing so hard, he had trouble breathing. "It's just...come on, Kara. It's funny."
"No, Anders, it's really frakking not," Kara hissed, glaring at her husband. "I've got pilots that need to respect me. And you know that one I told you about, Private Terran? He makes enough frakking Cylon-lover jokes that this isn't going to help."
"But you do love Cylons. Two of them. Three, if you count Sharon Agathon," Leoben pointed out, calmly, but Kara noticed he wasn't looking at her and was instead studying the menu with ill-concealed amusement.
"She's the only frakking Cylon I love at the moment," Kara muttered, drumming her fingers on the table. They were at the beachside restaurant a few miles from their house for dinner, which was a regular occurrence as of late. The little restaurant was a popular place, and was expanding rapidly. They'd added new tables, built an enclose for dining even in the cold temperatures of the winter season. And they had brand-new menus, too.
"We named everything after stuff from the attacks, and the exodus and stuff," the waitress had told them, showing them to their usual table. Kara had barely registered what that might mean until Sam started reading it, and had immediately started laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
He'd had to point out to her what was so funny, which was the menu item named after her. The Starbuck, a triple-decker stacked sandwich with two different kinds of meat.
"I like mine," Leoben said now, while Kara was pointedly ignoring Sam's hilarity. "It's a soup, with mysterious ingredients you've probably never heard of."
"How do you know that's yours?" Sam asked, getting a hold of himself at length and peering over Leoben's shoulder at the menu.
Leoben pointed. "It's menu item number two," he said, and Sam started laughing again.
"I hate you both," Kara snapped. "Why couldn't I have been some kind of frakking alcoholic beverage? Doesn't that make more sense?" she asked, annoyed.
"At least you're not the Baltar salad," Sam said, wiping at his eyes. "It says it's full of fruits and nuts."
Kara snickered despite herself, but she was still a little miffed. "You're laughing because you're not on here," she groused, scanning the menu. It was kind of funny that the menu item for Six was a healthy entree. As if any kind of diet would give you that frakking figure. And it was a little gratifying that Lee Adama's entree was a hamburger called the Adama Jr, half the meat of the original Adama burger!
"Yes he is." Leoben flipped over the menu. "The Final Five are desserts. See? I think yours is the one that comes out in the shape of a pyramid with honey on it."
Kara crossed her arms in ire. The frakking owner of this stupid bar was always really nice to Sam, and probably really did want to pour honey all over him or something. Sam was hot, and Kara was used to it, but it still wasn't very fair. "So, wait. I'm a sandwich, you're soup, and Sam gets to be a dessert?"
Sam grinned, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head and radiating smugness. "That's because it's me, baby," he drawled, and winked at her. "Think I'm gonna order the Colonel Tigh martini to go with my Starbuck Sandwich--"
"You are not ordering that," Kara interrupted.
"Hey, it sounds good! Besides, you should be happy to have two different kinds of meat--"
"Yeah, yeah. Keep up the frakking jokes, and I'll be going vegetarian," Kara said dangerously, not even thinking how that might sound. Leoben choked on his water, and Sam started laughing again. Kara made a disgusted sound and stomped over to the bar. Drinking her dinner sounded like a really frakking good idea right about now.
Frak it. She was so learning how to cook.
Leoben here is cylon_prophet, and Sam is notmyfate, and I promise we'll return to our regularly scheduled angst programming after this brief little interlude. arrow_of_apollo, I apologize for the joke! :D
"Stop laughing. I mean it." Kara pointed her fork at Sam. "It's not funny." She looked down at the menu and scowled again. "I just can't believe this."
Sam was laughing so hard, he had trouble breathing. "It's just...come on, Kara. It's funny."
"No, Anders, it's really frakking not," Kara hissed, glaring at her husband. "I've got pilots that need to respect me. And you know that one I told you about, Private Terran? He makes enough frakking Cylon-lover jokes that this isn't going to help."
"But you do love Cylons. Two of them. Three, if you count Sharon Agathon," Leoben pointed out, calmly, but Kara noticed he wasn't looking at her and was instead studying the menu with ill-concealed amusement.
"She's the only frakking Cylon I love at the moment," Kara muttered, drumming her fingers on the table. They were at the beachside restaurant a few miles from their house for dinner, which was a regular occurrence as of late. The little restaurant was a popular place, and was expanding rapidly. They'd added new tables, built an enclose for dining even in the cold temperatures of the winter season. And they had brand-new menus, too.
"We named everything after stuff from the attacks, and the exodus and stuff," the waitress had told them, showing them to their usual table. Kara had barely registered what that might mean until Sam started reading it, and had immediately started laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
He'd had to point out to her what was so funny, which was the menu item named after her. The Starbuck, a triple-decker stacked sandwich with two different kinds of meat.
"I like mine," Leoben said now, while Kara was pointedly ignoring Sam's hilarity. "It's a soup, with mysterious ingredients you've probably never heard of."
"How do you know that's yours?" Sam asked, getting a hold of himself at length and peering over Leoben's shoulder at the menu.
Leoben pointed. "It's menu item number two," he said, and Sam started laughing again.
"I hate you both," Kara snapped. "Why couldn't I have been some kind of frakking alcoholic beverage? Doesn't that make more sense?" she asked, annoyed.
"At least you're not the Baltar salad," Sam said, wiping at his eyes. "It says it's full of fruits and nuts."
Kara snickered despite herself, but she was still a little miffed. "You're laughing because you're not on here," she groused, scanning the menu. It was kind of funny that the menu item for Six was a healthy entree. As if any kind of diet would give you that frakking figure. And it was a little gratifying that Lee Adama's entree was a hamburger called the Adama Jr, half the meat of the original Adama burger!
"Yes he is." Leoben flipped over the menu. "The Final Five are desserts. See? I think yours is the one that comes out in the shape of a pyramid with honey on it."
Kara crossed her arms in ire. The frakking owner of this stupid bar was always really nice to Sam, and probably really did want to pour honey all over him or something. Sam was hot, and Kara was used to it, but it still wasn't very fair. "So, wait. I'm a sandwich, you're soup, and Sam gets to be a dessert?"
Sam grinned, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head and radiating smugness. "That's because it's me, baby," he drawled, and winked at her. "Think I'm gonna order the Colonel Tigh martini to go with my Starbuck Sandwich--"
"You are not ordering that," Kara interrupted.
"Hey, it sounds good! Besides, you should be happy to have two different kinds of meat--"
"Yeah, yeah. Keep up the frakking jokes, and I'll be going vegetarian," Kara said dangerously, not even thinking how that might sound. Leoben choked on his water, and Sam started laughing again. Kara made a disgusted sound and stomped over to the bar. Drinking her dinner sounded like a really frakking good idea right about now.
Frak it. She was so learning how to cook.