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[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

It's cold but sunny outside, and Dinah is behind the bar again, pouring out orange juices.

Breakfast Specials
Buttermilk Pancakes  - in the shape of your choice.
Cowboy Frittata
Half a Grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

[OOC: Running home! Will pick up all threads]

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda takes a seat. Devoid of any and all energy.

"Morning Dinah."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Amanda," Dinah says brightly, serving up a glass of orange juice and rapidly following it with half a grapefruit.

"How're you doing?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. Could I perhaps also get some panckakes." Hey doctors orders to eat and drink. "I am doing better then some and worse then others. But I suppose in this place that isn't a hard place to be." she manages a smile.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Of course you can," Dinah replies brightly. "Any particular shape you want? I have a whole range of molds back there.

"And I guess that's true wherever you are. What's been going on with you?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"A smily face would be nice." because yeah.

"Oh just the usual. Traveling to distant locals, losing friends, having complete mental breakdowns. Okay, perhaps it wa a bead week. This one seems to be looking up though. Friends are getting better and so am I. How about you, what have you been up to?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Well, I've been just fine," Dinah admits, after vanishing into the kitchen and returning with a stack of smiley face pancakes. "Don't you worry about me. Why don't you tell me about your bad week?"

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

"After a trip to Prugue turned into a blood bath, sending myself and some others ona rescue mission to the underworld, My firend came back and fell into a comma. ANother friend lost his father and isn't in a good place right now, yet another friend has moved onto the afterlife and her fiance is missing. I now know that he is still somewhere in Milliways but at the time I didn't. Also my friend that slipped into the coma is now awake." she takes a break to drink her orange juice and pour the syrup onto her pankacke.

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Dinah," says Lando as he heads to the Bar. He seems chipper.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"And good morning to you, Lando," Dinah replies, passing him a glass of juice. "How are you doing this morning?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

For once, Lando thinks about this. "I'm...okay. I had a really strange week here, and one of my better friends had a very bad week, so I'm trying to help her cope." The look on his face shows that he's not used to such things.

He takes the juice. "Ah. That hits the spot. How are you doing, Dinah?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"I'm just fine, thank you," she replies sincerely. "Can I getcha some breakfast? How has your week been strange?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Those pancakes sound interesting, if you leave out the syrup. Though I have no idea what shape they should be besides round." After all, pancakes are still new to him as it is.

"My week was strange because I met some rather odd people here. A ghost, or a witch, or maybe both. A walking hologram. A time traveller who is apparently an earlier version of a man I met here a while back. And a dragon. Though the dragon appreciates a glass of fine scotch, so he wasn't that odd."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Well, this place sure does have some interesting people," Dinah admits. "Just you wait there, and I'll get your pancakes for you."

She returns quickly enough with a stack of pancakes in a number of shapes, including a steam train, a stylised rocketship, a witch, a ghost and a dragon.

"There you go. Would you like anything on them other than syrup?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing looks vaguely confused.

"Pancakes come in shapes other than round?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Why sure they do," Dinah replies with a grin. "I have all sorts of molds back there. I'm a fan of the dinosaur ones myself."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Why yes, that would be confused!face.

"Dinosaur?"

The eyebrow goes up too.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Just you wait right there," Dinah says, and zips into the kitchen, wheeling back shortly with a short stack of pancakes made in molds of three different dinosaurs.

"There you go. Would you like something to drink with that?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He raises an eyebrow again and peers at the plate.

"I'm not even sure I want to eat something shaped like..." he holds up a short, fat dino-cake, "Barney."

There might be a sneer, even a growl.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah's smile becomes a little rueful, but she sighs it away. "Suit yourself then. Can I getcha anything else?"

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

Because its been one awful day back there, Kris just had to leave. Asteroids are no fun to navigate through in the 'Bug.

The word pancakes mades the day seem better, somehow as she heads over to the bar.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

A glass of chilled freshly squeezed orange juice is set before her even as she arrives.

"Good morning! How're you doing?"

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

"And good morning to you, much better for being here. Thank you." She takes the orange juice, and smiles. Nothing like what she'd become accustomed to.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

The smile is really what Dinah wants to see, so she returns it brightly.

"That's nice to hear. Can I get you some breakfast?"

[pineappl-chunks.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes please." No hesitation at all.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Dinah says brightly. "Any particualr shape you want? I have all sorts of shapes back there."