Waffles are health food (OTA)

[clreyes_fulhart]

So, Eric knew (from his experience with his wife, of course), that after New Year's, people seemed to want to try to eat healthier or something.

This wasn't good news for a guy who ran a Waffle House. Sure, he had the whole grain waffles, which, in his secret opinion, kinda tasted like cardboard. And he had the light syrups, which tasted better.

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[peanut_george]

George was earlier than usual but still late. Hey, she had a reputation to maintain. She was also...glowy. Or happy, which in George's case meant glowy. Walking into the back she threw on her apron and turned to Eric to say hi, but stopped.

"Uh, what's wrong? Did you forget how to make waffles?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

"'Course I didn't forget to make the waffles, whaddya thi-- " Eric turned then, and yeah, George was .... huh.

His gaze narrowed. "What's wrong with you?"

[peanut_george]

George looked down at herself thinking maybe she had a stain on her clothes or maybe she was dressed funny. Everything looked alright.

"Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you? You were the one glaring at the waffle maker."

[clreyes_fulhart]

"Never mind about the waffle maker," Eric said with a dismissive wave that spread to George. "You, you're ... I dunno. Happy."

Which was, for the record, strange.

[clreyes_fulhart]

"'m sure he's around here somewhere." Eric peers over at him, before taking a few steps in the turtle's direction. "You a'right?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

After watching him for a moment, Eric adjusted his hat and pointed to the counter. "Have a sit. How many waffles you want?" It was always better to talk over food, he found. Preferably barbecue, but you work with what you got.

[billguarnere]

In Bill's day, health food would've been banned.. Nah, it was all about butter and living for the food, then again in his day the majority of people burned off whatever they were eating with exercise in the form of manual labor and hard work. Carbs were their friends!

"Don't understand why everyone's so picky 'bout food," Bill began as he set a plastic container of waffle batter from the fridge, down onto the metal prep table.

[clreyes_fulhart]

"Don't wanna have a heart attack at 48," Eric said, though it was clear from the tone of his voice that he didn't quite buy into that line of reasoning.

[billguarnere]

"That," eyebrows rose as he lifted a hand in illustration, pointing at Eric and more importantly, Eric's statement. "Is a load of bull." Half a jawy smile later and he removed the plastic lid from the batter container. "It's just that New Years Resolution bullshit, it'll die down in a few weeks once folks start rememberin' the good ole food of yesteryear."

[clreyes_fulhart]

"Yesteryear," Eric echoed with a laugh. Yesteryear. That was funny. "Not like the village is gonna let this place go under, anyway, right?" He asked, coming over to slice up some strawberries. "Never see 'Going Out of Business' signs."

[ifelt_fat]

Ever since she'd had to call in sick, Quinn had made it a point to be on time for work everyday.

Aside from the people whose orders she was taking she worked silently and efficiently, painfully aware that her baby bump was getting bigger every single day and soon she wouldn't be able to hide it anymore. Wearing black skinny leg jeans with one of those control panels to hide the bump, and a shirt that hung on her small frame, she cast a curious glance over at Eric.

[clreyes_fulhart]

Feeling her glance, Eric asked, upnodding. "Think people'll want waffles after the holidays?" Quinn was a girl, anyway, like Julie; she'd care about stuff like that, he figured.

[ifelt_fat]

"I think people want waffles all the time, don't they?" Ok, so it wasn't the most helpful statement, but she was trying. "Back home we have a IHOP and they're parking lot was always full. We didn't go there a lot, but when we did, I always saw more people with waffles than pancakes, you know?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

Huh. Not the answer Coach expected. But if she was right, then he had nothing to worry about, right? Okay, then; he relaxed a little. "Good New Year's?"

[theniceturtle]

"Not having a whole lot of luck, huh?"

What? He just had that sort of Look about him. Of course Mike was going to notice.

[clreyes_fulhart]

And of course, Eric startles, staggering a step forward before he catches himself, making a sound like "Goseminglesnf. Mike."

[theniceturtle]

"Time to switch to decaf, Coach." There's a chuckle at Eric's expense just waiting in the wings. The sound of it just permeates Mike's voice.

[clreyes_fulhart]

"Or to have guys not sneakin' up on me? That'd be nice too. What were you doin', anyway?" Eric asks, scowl well in place.