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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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[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Oh don't you worry about it, Sugar," Dinah insists. "It's still early."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Yeah."

He sips the coffee.

"Do you have anything that isn't shaped like Barney, to eat?"

B/c yeah, he's actually hungry - just needed the coffee to realize this.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure I do," she says brightly. "I have any number of pancake molds for other shapes, Or a frittata or anything else?

[i_vanquish_evil]

"What's a frittata?"

And he doesn't want to be asking so many questions, but... he doesn't get out much.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"It's a big fluffy omelette," Dinah explains. "With sausage and onion and cheese. Would you like to try it?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

He actually makes a face that indicates that he would eat that and he tries not to salivate at the thought.

"Yes, please." He nods, not too eagerly though - b/c that's not cool.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"You just wait right here, then, I have some warm in the kitchen," Dinah says, and pushes herself away from the bar, glidig back in from the kitchen moments later with a plate of the fluffy omelette.

"There you go, sugar."

[i_vanquish_evil]

"Thanks."

He only studies it for a moment before he digs in.

Then he's much too busy eating to say much else. He's not being rude; he's just hungry.