Der Waffle Haus, Monday Morning (06/02)

[yesconsiderably]

Maybe it hadn't become common knowledge yet, but Bond had discovered a handwavy fondness for waffles. And seeing as how he really didn't cook much, there he was, in a booth at Der Waffle Haus.

Okay, he also liked their coffee. And since he tipped well and flirted a lot, he got pretty good service, too.

[ooc: Expecting someone, but post is open

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[iknewyoudknow]

A man, followed closely by a thug dressed like a disco-throwback reject, sat down across from Bond in his booth.

"I see you are enjoying ze waffles, ja?"

[yesconsiderably]

Bond's eyes flicked from the man who'd just invited himself to breakfast to the thug and back again.

"I am. You the proprietor?"

[iknewyoudknow]

"Of this fine establishment, no," Casanova said. "I am Casanova Frankenstein. Owner of the large mansion by ze swamp."

[yesconsiderably]

Bond didn't snort his coffee when the guy gave his name. Points for him, right?

"Mmm. Your name's Frankenstein and you live in a mansion by the swamp. That your creature?" He nodded toward the goon.