Damn, this food smells good. Spike takes his beef and peppers over to a table near the fire and sits down, ready to eat. He's focused on the glorious combination of smells from the bowl in front of him and little else.
"Hey, Elaine." He almost teases her, but he's not quite sure how much of that she can take.
"I'd love it if you sat down with me. Look, prime seats by the fire, not that crowded, and I'll even buy us a couple beers to go with the spicy food if you want."
Elaine's smile broadens. "Thank you, Spike." She sits down. "And beer would be nice. I am smelling this meal and it definitely smells like something unlike most of the food I've had in my life."
"Hold on a second." He disappears again to the bar and returns with two frosty cold bottles of beer. "That's better. This food is from Ethiopia... that's in Africa. Or at least... yeah. Used to be. Not sure what the country might or might not have been called in your time, but the continent was still the same."
He takes a napkin and reaches into his pocket; he comes up with a pen from the other night. He draws a quick sketch of the continents and it's sloppy but it's better than nothing. "So... here's a really bad map of Earth. Here's England, where you're from..."
Spike lets his fingers trace down and around the drawings on the napkin. "And this is Africa. Where this great-smelling food is from." Finally, he digs in and takes a bite, and he's not disappointed.
Todd is over at the fire, hands shoved in the pockets of his varsity jacket. He's staring into the flames as if entranced. And maybe he is...there's something about fire, after all...
Spike's movement catches him out of the corner of his eye, and he offers the guy a bit of a smile and a nod. Not much else, though.
Todd's smile widens a little, but it's not his usual grin. "Hey. Thanks." He wanders over and pulls out a chair, turning it around and sitting in it ala Sweathog. Peers at Spike's food. "What's that you've got there? Smells good."
"Ethiopian beef and peppers. Special at the bar... have you met Elaine?" He nods to the sad-looking woman sitting there with them. "Elaine, Todd. Todd, Elaine."
'Excuse me, Spike, Miss le Bl... oh, hullo again! Miss le Blanke said you're from the future and... well, my future as well, it seems, and I was hoping you might give me some assistance. Might I join you all?' Sullivan nods his head at both ladies, Elaine and the as-yet-unknown blonde.
Hmmm... she reminds me a little of Polly, with those eyes.... Shaking off the thought by remembering China, Joe also nods more briskly at the young man at table as well.
'My name is Joe Sullivan, I'm a pilot. I reckon it's something of the custom to identify where and when you're from here, so as I've told Miss le Blanke, I'm English but living in America in the year 1940. I'd offer to shake hands but I'm afraid I'll drop my supper.'
In fact, the plate and bowl are starting to get hot. Uncomfortably hot.
Elaine smiles. "Oh, hello, Joe sire..." She really wished she knew a casual form of address appropriate to the time frame--maybe she would ask Beth. "I am sorry I could not help you more the other night, but I am glad you have found your way here. I was just about to retire for the evening. It is good to see you again."
The other night? The time here is strange even between the outside and the inside! 'Retire? Ah, an early riser. Quite virtuous. Do you need an escort, then? I would be happy to walk with you to whereever you might need to go.'
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"I'd love it if you sat down with me. Look, prime seats by the fire, not that crowded, and I'll even buy us a couple beers to go with the spicy food if you want."
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He takes a napkin and reaches into his pocket; he comes up with a pen from the other night. He draws a quick sketch of the continents and it's sloppy but it's better than nothing. "So... here's a really bad map of Earth. Here's England, where you're from..."
Spike lets his fingers trace down and around the drawings on the napkin. "And this is Africa. Where this great-smelling food is from." Finally, he digs in and takes a bite, and he's not disappointed.
Good thing they both have beer.
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Spike's movement catches him out of the corner of his eye, and he offers the guy a bit of a smile and a nod. Not much else, though.
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He's wary about Todd, uneasy, but he doesn't mind the kid as much as he did at first.
There are plenty of empty chairs at the table. "Hey. Sit if you want."
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Hmmm... she reminds me a little of Polly, with those eyes.... Shaking off the thought by remembering China, Joe also nods more briskly at the young man at table as well.
'My name is Joe Sullivan, I'm a pilot. I reckon it's something of the custom to identify where and when you're from here, so as I've told Miss le Blanke, I'm English but living in America in the year 1940. I'd offer to shake hands but I'm afraid I'll drop my supper.'
In fact, the plate and bowl are starting to get hot. Uncomfortably hot.
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