Nice Hour

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

[elfwarning]

It's not a properly proper Happy Hour: even though Lesgle has been practicing in the kitchen since he saw the notes about the Elf Problem, he still needs Bar's help with the cooking. But he's taken over the space behind the bar and has put up specials:


Salade niçoise
Pissaladière
Socca
Ratatouille

I recommend the ratatouille or the pissaladière, as Mme. Bar is responsible for their production; I myself am attempting the salad and the chickpea crêpes. Brace yourselves for disaster!

All meals are gratis, but donations to funds for young patrons, bound residents, or the Milliways Scouts would be welcome. A disclaimer before anyone gets the wrong impression: I am not from Nice nor have I ever set foot there. It keeps moving: one treaty or another has picked up that fine old city and relocated it variously to the Duchy of Savoy, the French Republic, the French Empire (hideous phrase!), the Kingdom of Piedmont-Sardinia, et cetera. Mirabile dictu. But I am given to understand that we have orders from on high: Be Nice. And further I am given to understand that these are Nice dishes to share. And so you have it. Soyons gentils.

While he cooks and serves up plates, he's chatting with a collection of the wretched doll things. How do you do, my you look lovely today, and how is your grand-mother, is your bunion still troubling you, what a handsome hat you have there, it really brings out the color of your eyes.

As they disappear, he rounds up more to take their place. Ugh. Nasty things, spies, but at least these ones are easy to spot and easy to send away.



((Open until whenever! Thread-hopping welcomed and encouraged!))

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[fry_sandhu]

[#teamnice #elfwarning]

In one corner of the bar, a very serious operation is underway. Normally this would be done in secret, but they needed to do something to deter elf dolls.

Fry is cutting out cardboard boxes precisely, sticking them together with sellotape, and passing them down to toddler brother Gil, who is making them pretty. When Gil finishes, Fry takes the boxes back, and puts in a gingerbread person made and decorated earlier by their sisters, who are back home (at Rainbows and hockey respectively).

The gingerbread person may resemble the recipient, depending on who did the decoration.

"Dad, Gil's making them too pink." Fry complains.

"Let him be, Fry." Guppy says, from a nearby rug where he is attempting to assemble a miniature trampoline.

"But it's for Gene." Fry says. "And he was born in the olden days but not old enough that pink was for boys."

"Er... swap it for Teja's black sparkly one." Guppy says, peering over at them before attempting to attach a spring, which pings half way across the room with a boiiiiiing.

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[i_ship_it]

[oom: Dodger hadn’t realised how cooped up she’d felt until she survived her first brush with death.]