Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 5, 2007 23:42:53 GMT -5
A clatter is heard in the kitchen, followed by a thump as a plate is thrust through the pick-up window.
Melody frowns, her attention diverted from the new arrival and the question of whether to bother carding him. Hopping off the bar, she moves cautiously towards the empty square, lit only by the heat lamp over the dish. "What the hell ... I guess he revived himself ... or there's another body back there ... that is you, isn't it, ValJohn?" She stands on tiptoe to see over the edge of the window, shaking her head and giving up as the dimness of the room deflects casual observation. She takes the plate, bringing it back to the bar and setting it down with a thump.
On the nearly unbreakable plate is a large cut of meat, breaded and baked to golden perfection. Small potatoes edge the chop, along with what seems to be a sprig of slightly wilted parsley.
"Uh ... yeah ... well, it ain't exactly a hamburger, but ..." She leans slightly over the plate, sniffs appreciatively. "Smells pretty good ... anybody hungry?"
Melody frowns, her attention diverted from the new arrival and the question of whether to bother carding him. Hopping off the bar, she moves cautiously towards the empty square, lit only by the heat lamp over the dish. "What the hell ... I guess he revived himself ... or there's another body back there ... that is you, isn't it, ValJohn?" She stands on tiptoe to see over the edge of the window, shaking her head and giving up as the dimness of the room deflects casual observation. She takes the plate, bringing it back to the bar and setting it down with a thump.
On the nearly unbreakable plate is a large cut of meat, breaded and baked to golden perfection. Small potatoes edge the chop, along with what seems to be a sprig of slightly wilted parsley.
"Uh ... yeah ... well, it ain't exactly a hamburger, but ..." She leans slightly over the plate, sniffs appreciatively. "Smells pretty good ... anybody hungry?"
