Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah is there behind the bar again, ready to serve the early Sunday risers.

Breakfast Specials
Apple Waffles
Mexican Breakfast Quiche
Half a grapefruit

"What'll you have?"

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[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Hi Dinah!" Bouncy, cheerful Steph. "What are apple waffles?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Morning, Steph," Dinah replies, pouring her a juice. "They're waffles with apple and cinnamon baked into the batter. Can I get you some?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Cinnamon," Steph says, in a tone that's very nearly lustful. "Please!"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Dinah replies with a small chuckle, before fetching said waffles. "Anything else to drink?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, no, your juice is always awesome, but thanks!" Steph digs in with a will and a blissful expression. "Cinnamooooon."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah beams.

"Gald you like it," she says, genuinely. "So how have you been?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"I'm great," Steph says, gleefully. "The boy I like totally likes me back." She wriggles with joy. "It's so cool."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's wonderful!" Dinah says happily. "What's his name?"

[i-spoiled-it.livejournal.com]

"Jason," Steph says, possibly slightly dreamily. "He was a Robin too, only he got killed, but he's not dead any more. He's really nice."

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah blinked. She wasn't aware that Millaways served breakfast, but hey, apple waffles, she wasn't going to complain.

She smiled as she eased into a seat at the bar, still in her grumpy little thundercloud PJs, "Morning." A pause then, not entirely sure how to go about this.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Well, hi there," Dinah says, pouring her a glass of fresh orange juice. "What can I get you this morning?"

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah blinked, then smiled, she could get used to this, "Apple waffles sound fantastic." A beat then, "Please?" Being polite never hurt, did it?

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Dinah says, and within a minute she returns with the food.

"Anything else to drink?"

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

Sarah smiled again, "Orange juice is fantastic." She didn't get enough of it at home really, due to the kitchen usually being stocked by two boys and one teenage girl.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"OK, then," Dinah smiles and nods.

"So how are you this morning?"

[iamnotstorm.livejournal.com]

A grin around a mouthful of waffle, though at least she chewed and swallowed before answering, "Doing quite well, somehow I managed to sleep in a booth again without realizing I'd fallen asleep, but hey, breakfast solves everything."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"It sure does," Dinah agrees.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Waaaaaffles.

Faith perches at the end of the bar, petting the wood lightly as she does. "Mornin' love," she murmurs, addressing the wood.

Bar replies with a cup of strong coffee and a furniture catalog, and Faith chuckles softly. "Thanks."

She's all set, really, but they might have something new she'll like, so she flips through it and sips the coffee.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

She has coffee, but maybe she wants OJ, as well? She gets a glass anyway.

"Get you something to eat?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Waffles, please," Faith says, looking up from the catalog with a smile. "Thanks."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing."

And in a couple of minutes she has a plate of hot waffles in front of her.

"Movin' home?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Nah, into Staff Quarters. I'm with Security," Faith says, shrugging. "Got the place pretty well furnished, but it never hurts to look, y'know?"

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure doesn't," Dinah agrees, peering at the catalogue. "That's a nice table, there."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I like the little rack under it."

Faith folds the catalogue and holds out a hand. "I'm Faith, by the way."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you, Faith," Dinah says, shaking with a hand warmed by the waffles. "I'm Dinah."