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[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil hasn't done this for a very long while and picks up the chalk with an indrawn breath. He wouldn't be doing it now except today is special, isn't it?

He consults his notepad and begins to write:

Dear Patrons of Milliways,

In honour of the day the kitchen staff is pleased to present a special St Patrick's Day Menu:

Irish Cheddar and Stout Fondue

Beef and Guinness Pie

Baked Cabbage with Bacon

and finally

Chocolate Guinness Goodness

...in addition to our usual choices.

We hope you enjoy it.

Milliways Kitchen

He draws a smiley faun to finish it off then puts the chalk back on the ledge.

He's tried the Chocolate Guinness Goodness. He had it for lunch.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"That sounds nice." Guppy says. His hair is damp from being scrubbed and he looks like he's had a rough day.

But it's nice to see specials up again, and he thought he should check Gil's holding up all right.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Guppy," Gil says. "I hope it will be. What can I get for you? Not everything is cooked in Guinness tonight. Just most things."

[guppy_sandhu]

"The cabbage thing sounds nice, and I've spent the last two hours drenched in beer so I'm definitely avoiding that at the moment. I'm sorry if I smell." he adds, remembering Gil has a more sensitive nose.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil grins. "So it's you. I did wonder but didn't want to say anything. How did that happen Guppy? St Patrick's Day celebrations in Holby?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Sorry, my hair absorbed it. It took an hour to get it smelling little enough for me to notice."

Shrug. "Someone brought the party to work after their friend fell down the stairs. Managed to make an entire beer keg explode in reception."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil looks at Guppy and bites his lips together to stifle a chuckle, though his eyes give him away.

"A whole keg," he said and takes a deep breath. "What a waste."

Guppy's Baked Cabbage appears, slightly crispy on top, succulently buttery inside and accompanied by soda bread to mop up the drips.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I know. They don't come cheap either. And there were people slipping everywhere and others trying to drink from the spurts..." He shakes his head and takes a bite of his dinner.

"Ooh, lovely, thanks Gil. My cooking still isn't great, but I've learned how to make samosas. For a while I thought I might have custody of Ani so I tried to learn a bit more. It's not the same when you're cooking for someone else."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"No, it isn't," Gil said. "I often have soup and homemade granary bread rolls for a meal if I don't have to worry about anyone else."

He grins and says, "I haven't made samosas for a while. I'll have to have a go."

[guppy_sandhu]

Grin. "Mine exploded."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"What an explosive life you lead," Gil chuckles. "As long as they taste good it doesn't matter what they look like."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Well they tasted like samosas. Exploded samosas anyway."

Shrug. "My life is dramatic."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

"But not unbearably so I hope," Gil says. "Exploding beer and exploding samosas are much better than exploding anything else."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Not at the moment." Guppy says, never liking to tempt fate.

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil recognises that feeling. It's one he's had very frequently when he's managed to get the perfect kitchen team, all the shifts covered, and his cupboards and pantry in the order he wants them.

It's usually a sign that within 48 hours someone will a] arrest his sous-chef, b] fill the pantry with snakes or c] flood the kitchen to a depth of three feet with molasses.

{That last hasn't ever happened but Gil feels it's only a matter of time.]

"Let's hope it stays that way," Gil says.

[guppy_sandhu]

[mun giggles]

"I hope so too. I'm not going to tempt fate by implying that nothing weird or scary will ever happen in my new workplace."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil grins. "Well let's ask St Patrick for a bit of the luck of the Irish for you," he suggests.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Thank you." Guppy grins. "If a lepracaun turns up at work tomorrow, I shall know it was you."

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

[ooc: gtg bed, can we wrap tomorrow? I hope your dentist wasn't too bad.]

[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: Sure, and it was fine, I refused to have the hygienist torture me and nothing else needed doing. Night hon, sleep well, good luck for yours.]