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[mop_jockey]

Lenny, dressed in his Milliways Waitstaff t-shirt, comes ambling downstairs, feeling as good as he has felt in weeks.

Coffee's on me today, folks! Holler if you need something!

With that, Lenny sets to wandering around, looking out for hungry-thirsty folks.

[ooc: A warning: I have a doctor's appointment at 10 AM EST, so Lenny 'n me'll be

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[i_spoiled_it]

"Heya, Lenny." Steph waves, and props her feet up on her table. "Is the coffee good?"

[mop_jockey]

"Dunno- haven't tasted it yet." Lenny takes two cups, and when he reaches Steph's table, he pours himself one first and tastes it.

"Mmm, yeah- yeah, this is the stuff, right here. But I'm gonna wait a sec before I let you have some- Bar was fooling around a few days ago, don't want you changing."

He sets himself down into a chair. "How're you, Steph? Been getting up to any hijinks?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Bar's good like that," Steph agrees, laughing. "I totally only ate food from my room all weekend, but that's 'cos I've been around long enough to know to avoid April Fool's."

She sniffs at her own cup, but waits, grinning.

"Well ... I did manage to tip a bucket of paint over Alex Knox." She's such an innocent, sweet girl. "But apart from that, just ... hanging around."

[mop_jockey]

"Sounds good, and..." he stretches a little, shakes himself and grins.

"I'm thinking you're safe."

Beat.

"Did this Alex Knox deserve a bucket of paint spilled on his person?" Oh you know Lenny's proud. Paint's one of his favorite hijink tools.

[doh_nutlover]

Homer is bent over his booth looking seriously worse for wear. he's not long woken up after spending the night asleep in the booth.

"Can I get some breakfast and a coffee over here?"

[mop_jockey]

[ooc: *squeels at you* You win at life. SO MUCH.]

"Sure cahahahaha oh my god." This? Not happening. Lucky for us, Lenny's a grown man that can inwardly fan boy madly and avoid canon-puncturing-related unpleasantness.

"Er, sorry sir. I just saw something outside. Did you notice that the universe is exploding out that window?"

Oh man, it's HOMER SIMPSON. HOMER FUCKING SIMPSON. Howie'll NEVER believe this. Hell, NO ONE back home'll ever believe this.

[doh_nutlover]

(ooc: I know I just can't believe that no one thought to play Homer before.)

Homer just grunts, the fact that he's a little hung over and still hasn't has breakfast isn't working so well for him.

"Umm.... Can I get a coffee and a waffle house please."

Homer looks up at the man with a bleary-eyed expression and waits for the breakfast to appear the same as it does when you order from Bar.

[mop_jockey]

[ooc: we had a sideshow bob... maybe six months ago? I kept trying to convince myself to app Bart for months after he showed up, but I have enough pups to keep me busy.]

"Be right back." Lenny comes back a few minutes later with Homer's order, complete with syrup and butter for the waffle house and cream for the coffee.

"Anything else? Are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."