Luke's, Sunday
Kanan set one foot into Luke's today and immediately ducked, just in time for a glob of mashed potatoes to go sailing harmlessly over where his head was only a moment before. When he straightened up again, the busboy and the cook both gave him nerf-in-headlights looks and each pointed at the other.
"Uh-huh."
Kanan looked around. The place was spotted in assorted foodstuffs, the staff was equally spotted in assorted foodstuffs, and he was already developing a headache. Clearly this was an excellent start to what was going to be the rest of the week.
Today's Specials:
Free rain poncho with every meal!
"Clean this up before Eliot sees this," he sighed as he mopped off one of the diner's seats with a handful of napkins. "And if anybody throws anything else at me, I'm personally going to rub their noses in it."
Sundays.
[OOC: Open, and flying without OCD here, too!]
"Uh-huh."
Kanan looked around. The place was spotted in assorted foodstuffs, the staff was equally spotted in assorted foodstuffs, and he was already developing a headache. Clearly this was an excellent start to what was going to be the rest of the week.
Today's Specials:
Free rain poncho with every meal!
"Clean this up before Eliot sees this," he sighed as he mopped off one of the diner's seats with a handful of napkins. "And if anybody throws anything else at me, I'm personally going to rub their noses in it."
Sundays.
[OOC: Open, and flying without OCD here, too!]