Happy hour

[wheatencrown]

Spring has returned and brought with it Demeter's daughter, rain and a growing world. The front door opens onto a green garden and Demeter beams at Milliways. At the counter along with her glass of wine, she gets an invitation to bartend and she laughs and goes out her door before returning with a full basket of delicious smelling food. Then she goes behind the counter to set everything.

Happy Spring!
Wine-red, white, retsina, rose
Beer
Ouzo, whiskey
Breads-Olive with kalamata, my own recipe of white bread
Olives and olive oil from my groves, taramasalata, hummus, tzatziki
Loukoumades with honey and cinnamon or chocolate sauce, fried to order, yogurt cake
To welcome spring, if you would like a seedling of any sort, I have many varieties.

Then she refills her wineglass, makes herself a plate of food and looks to see which faces she knows.

OOC: I wanted to give her a Spring Happy Hour, links to Greek recipes. Open into the weekend.

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[run_barry]

Barry comes into Milliways with the intention of grabbing a quick bite, but the smell of something delicious grabs his attention and shifts his course from taking a seat at a table to approaching the bar instead.

Looking over the special's board he nods, impressed, then gives the woman behind the counter a smile.

"Hi."

[wheatencrown]

She smiles as he approaches and gets him a plate, "Hello, what do you want to try?"

[run_barry]

He takes a seat on a stool and gives a bit of an embarrassed shrug.

"I don't know. There's a few things on the board I don't think I've tried before. How about the loukoumades?" He's not quite sure on the pronunciation, but does his best with it.

And yeah, he probably should start with dinner first, but something sweet sounds too good to pass up.

[wheatencrown]

"I was missing Greece and decided to make a few favorites. Do you want something to drink? It will take me a few moments to fry them?"

She's always happy to share the food of where she's from.

[run_barry]

"That's a good way to deal with feeling homesick," he says, smiling.

"Sure, whatever you recommend." Since she seems to be sharing her favorites.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter gives him a thoughtful look before pouring him a beer then there's the hiss of the fryer, "I like it and Bar thought I'd like to share. She was right. Do you want honey or chocolate or both on top?"

[run_barry]

"Thanks," he says, pulling the beer close. "And both, please."

Taking a drink, he nods approval.

"So are you from Greece, then?"

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, but I live in Southern France with my daughter," Demeter finds a generous bowl and fills it up with loukoumades that she covers with spiced honey and chocolate, "Here you are."

[run_barry]

"Wow, they smell great," he grins. Now, how to eat them...

"Oh yeah? I'm from the United States," he replies, then adds an introduction. "My name's Barry, by the way."

[wheatencrown]

She laughs and hands him a fork, "You could use your fingers too, that way you get all the sauce. I'm Demeter."

[run_barry]

Barry accepts the fork and gives one of the puffs a try, nodding quick in approval.

"They're good. I really like the honey."

[wheatencrown]

"There's more, the honey's from a neighbor of mine so the bees spend a lot of time in my garden. Where are you from, Barry?"

[run_barry]

"That's cool. Did you know that honeycombs have been mathematically proven to be the most efficient structures in nature? They use the least amount of wax and they're so precise that the sides meet at a perfect one-hundred and twenty degree angle, forming a perfect hexagon?"

As he babbles Barry downs more of the puffs, taking a drink before answering her question.

"Central City. It's uh, 2014 for me." If that makes a difference, although most times it's whether or not Central City exists in a person's world.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes in from his door, shaking snow from his fur lined hood. He smiles brightly at the wash of sweet, warm scents that wash over him. "M'lady." He bows to her.

[wheatencrown]

"Hello Sinric. What can I get you to warm you up?" He looks well which is good to see.

[thewidewideworld]

"I want to beg for some Loukoumades but I've been too long on the road and something more filling seems wise." He comes to sit at the bar. "But I would be very grateful for some wine, if I may?"

[wheatencrown]

"Dinner first and then dessert," She fills him a generous glass of wine and then a full plate.

[thewidewideworld]

"You honour me, m'lady." He bows his thanks. "Your olives are excellent. May I ask where they're grown?"

[wheatencrown]

"My own groves of course," Where else would they come from?

[thewidewideworld]

He laughs, "May I ask where your grove is? In the Greek Isles?"

[wheatencrown]

"No, closer to Eleusis, they've always known me well there."

[thewidewideworld]

"I confess I've never been there. May I ask what it's like?"

[wheatencrown]

"Not as verdant as it used to be, there are more productive groves but I've know the Eleusisan plains for a long time. Its in Attica."

[thewidewideworld]

He nods. "A place holds the love of all those who call it home. And is felt by those who live it."

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, and the land always knows."