Breakfast at Milliways

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah is behind the bar again, with amsile as dazzling white as the ice cold milk she's decanted into brekafast jugs, the breakfast specials once again with a holiday theme:

Breakfast Specials
Cranberry Pumpkin Waffles
Eggnog Muffins
Half a grapefruit.

"What'll you have?"

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[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Indeed I can, and have. I am just unused to inaction. Nonetheless, I am sure I will get along fine. Listen not to the complaints of a tired man."

He smiles then, a world-weary smile.

"I will be fine."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"I sure do hope so," Dinah says with a grin. "It wouldn't do to have you bored now, would it?"

[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

A flicker of something darker flashes across hias face and is gone but he smiles slightly and nods.

"No, it would not."

He goes back to eating burying himself in it for a few long moments. when he is done he sips his beer and smiles to her more genuinely .

"Fine fare, and my thanks."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," Dinah says with a shining grin, taking his plate away. "Can I get you anything else?"

[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

He rises shaking his head, and his hand dips into a pouch at his waist. He sets several coins down on the bar, which vanish. Then he holds one out to her. It is, in fact, solid gold. Small, but gold.

"My thanks, for good service and good coversation."

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

"Oh honey, you don't hafta," she insists, waving it away. "It's what I'm built for, after all."

[knight-sparhawk.livejournal.com]

"Even so, good service should be rewarded."

He places the coin on the Bar, and nodding to her, he takes his leave.

[vanwithaman.livejournal.com]

Dinah sighs, hands folded on her hips, and stares at the coin until it disappears.

One of these days she's going to have to do something about all that credit on her tab.