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[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Bright and early again, the bar's resident dining car is behind the bar, setting out juice, sugar, sauces, all the things one needs for a good breakfast at the end of the Universe, the specials already written up on the chalk board:

Breakfast Specials
Breakfast Wellington
Apple And Raisin Oven Pancakes
Half a grapefruit

"What'll you have?"

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

There is a slightly purple fellow at the bar, looking at the specials board.

"Hello," he says, glancing at Dinah. "Can I have the apple and raisin pancakes?"

He looks at her again. "You're new."

[[OOC: Just three or five passes, I'm afraid, as I'll have to leave in half an hour, for bloody work.]]

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Of course you can, Sugar," Dinah says, with a dazzling smile - almost literally, as her teeth are that white. She serves the pancakes with surprising alacrity - facilitated by the wheels on her feet - and also provides him with a glass of orange juice.

"There you are. Can I get you some tea of coffee?

"I am new, yes. This is my second week on the job. I'm Dinah."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Funny I didn't meet you yet; I was terribly busy. I like coming to breakfast, between gardening and librarian-ing. I'm Asar-Suti; perhaps you heard my name from the rats? I live with Gil."

Asar-Suti tries the pancakes and finds them excellent; he smiles to himself at how easily he supposes that people have heard of him because he's with the cook.

But then, this is a bar.

"Coffee, please," he adds.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Dinah says with a nod as she pours out a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?

"Oh, Mr. Whimple's a dear, isn't he? He suggested I get this job. So how long have you two been together?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just with a bit of milk, please," Asar-Suti says, à propos of the coffee.

"Of course he's a dear - but I'm totally biased in his favour, so. I think Gil is the most wonderful person there is. We've been together for almost half a year now - it's six months on the sixteenth. Good thing you remind me; I have think of some fun thing we can do to celebrate. Somebody suggested picnics might be nice..."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

So she pours a little bit of milk into the coffee before passing it over, smirking softly at his description of Gil.

"Well, ain't that sweet," she says. "You could certainly take a picnic outside if the weather's up for it. Thick crusty bread, a selection of cheeses, a nice Rosé, strawberries, of course."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Good morning Dinah."

Aeryn sat at the bar and chewed on some foodcubes she had been saving. They tasted worse when you hadn't eaten them for a while.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Ms Sun," Dinah says brightly. "How are you today?"

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Quite good. I'm sorry I won't be availing of your services."

She grimaced, Dinah loved to serve people.

"And yourself?" It was a good way to practice small talk. Dinah didn't seem the type to insult anyone.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah gives a slightly disappointed look, but doesn't look actually sad.

"Well, that's a shame. Can I at least offer you some juice?

"I'm just fine, thank you. Settling into my new job well. Meetin' all sorts of people."

[just-a-soldier.livejournal.com]

"No thank you."

She frowned at the bar.

"I'm having some financial problems, so it's budget for me from now on."

She looked annoyed, but Aeryn looked annoyed 50% of the time anyway.

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando enters the Bar, well-rested.

"Goodmorning, Dinah. It is Thursday already?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah smiles and passes over a juice.

"No it's not Thursday, but I thought I'd vary it a little. As long as I do three shifts a week, it's flexible.

"How are you today, Lando?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"I'm feeling good today, Dinah. Relaxed. Amazing what a few nights' sleep in a real bed will do for a man. And yourself?" As always, Lando is all smiles.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"I'm just fine," she assures him. "Though I'll have to take you word for it on the sleep. How're you enjoying staying here?

"And what can I get you for breakfast this morning?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to get your recommendation, as usual. I can't read the sign, I'm afraid. I suppose I should think about learning Earther, but till I do, I'll have to ask.

"But a cup of caff to start with could be nice."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Not so bright, and definitely not as early, Indy squints blearily at the Breakfast specials. "Breakfast Wellington?"

He needs coffee. That much is patently obvious. Why he's here at all is quite a mystery... though not to anyone who isn't aware of certain Wednesday rituals.

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

Lando looks down the Bar, and sees a familiar face. A very familiar face...

"Han?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks toward the voice tiredly, no stranger to being mistaken this way. "Close. But, I'm afraid not."

Less formal than Tahiri, so, "friend or family of his?"

[general-lando.livejournal.com]

"Er, friend. For some time." Lando looks at him. It really could be Han. Maybe it is Han, off on some strange assignment for the Alliance, in disguise. If so, Lando won't blow his cover.

"Lando Calrissian." He extends his hand.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I get that a lot," he confesses as he reaches to meet the handshake. "Indiana Jones. From Earth before space travel was even a possibility."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Steak and portobello mushrooms on and English muffin," Dinah explains happily, pouring him a juice.

"Can I get you some?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He eyes the chipper girl warily, and the juice gets equivalent treatment. "Maybe a little later. Just coffee for now please."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

She nods and spins around to fetch him a cupnot spilling a drop despite doing all of this on what appear to be rollerskates.

"How d'you take it?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy quirks an eyebrow at the skates. "Black, please."