Clearly, A.J. was feeling very much in his usual groove of things as there was not a special to be seen on the specials board, but, instead, a whole confectionary explosion of what looked almost like flowers, but it was hard to tell with the sharp sorts of angles that they took, with bright colors that clashed and collided with each other. And A.J.'s fingers were still itching after he'd made the board a fragmented, fractal floral arrangement so the sketchbook was out on the counter and he was filling pages faster than it took for him to burn an order. Which was pretty fast, you know.

Luke's is open.