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"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

Today's specials
Spicy Orange Zest Beef
Oven roasted potatoes with orange zest
Orange cookies with sweet orange glaze

"The words 'orange zest' have lost all meaning," Priestly noted. Eliot sighed in agreement.

Luke's was open.

[and OCD free, and totally ripped off this, which was brought to my attention by the incomparable

heromaniac.]

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Dinah had a bet with herself about where she'd find Priestly; she just didn't realize it would be so entertaining where he was.

"Hey, dude. Is that Vincent?" Swoop-hug! "Also, have you been bitten by a gremlin and thus don't even recognize me, because if so, Awkward."

"Dinah! I . . . have not? Which you can usually tell?" He looked down at himself. "Am I wearing something weird and didn't notice?"

"Weirder than usual?" Dinah grinned wickedly. "You know, I can't remember if I've ever seen you gremlin-bit. But I don't think now's the time, 'cause those gremlins out there look way nastier than usual."

"Oh yeah? What, are they bigger or something?"

"Could you two keep it down?" the cook asked. "We're trying to watch something, here. NOT THE PEPPER YOU ASSHOLE!"

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Lian pointed at Dinah and exclaimed, "Canary!" and the looked back at Roy, uncertain, to check. "Canary?"

"No, baby, we say Dinah. Dinah."

"Canary!"

"Roy! Yay! It's been forever--" And... "OH MY GOD You already have a Lian! A Lian who knows me!" And can't keep a secret to save Dinah's life! "Hi hi hi Lian, hi!"

Lian was very uncertain now. "...Canary?"

"She knows Dinah," Roy explained. "You know, older Dinah. We're working on what to call people, aren't we, baby?" he asked, bouncing Lian a little on his hip. "If I can get her to stop calling Dick Short Pants we'll be doing really well." Lian looked around hopefully, eyes wide, for her Uncle Short Pants. "No, he's not here," Roy sighed. "Hi, Dinah. How have you been?"

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So, yeah. There were a LOT of people on the island this weekend. Kathy had ducked her head into last night's dance, seen a horde of strangers, and had immediately bailed. Today didn't seem to be much better, but she was going stir-crazy in the dorms and had decided to wander over to Luke's for lunch.

There were strangers here, too, but in much more manageable numbers, and most of their attention seemed to be on some kind of World Cup for chefs or whatever.

"Hello?" she called, making her way over to her regular seat at the counter.

"Kathy!" Eliot brightened right up when he saw her. "What can I get you? It doesn't have to have orange zest in it."

Seriously. That was way too much orange zest.

"Umm, okay?" Kathy said, still kind of side-eyeing whatever was going on with the TV. "Would it be too much trouble if I asked for some spaghetti? Sorry, I woke up craving Italian."

And, sure, there was a whole Italian place down the road, but she liked Luke's.

"Sure thing." Eliot clapped his hand on the counter and stood up.

"I got it!" Vincent called.

"No, I've got it," said the cook.

"You never use enough garlic."

"You have a garlic problem!"

Eliot sighed. "It might take a little while."

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Parker was only mildly grumpy and slightly hungover-- look, last night's Re-Meeting of Everyone had necessitated *some* alcohol.

"Coffee. Black." She still had her shades on. "Food. Things." She paused. "Now. Please."

Parker appeared on the counter. As she sometimes did. Eating a humongous donut with Froot Loops on it, and ignoring everyone.

Parker stared at her. Hard.

"...don't I know you?"

Parker stared back at her. "I don't know you." So therefore, this person couldn't know her. Problem solved.

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Eliot liked this woman. He grabbed the coffee pot and a mug and started pouring. "Meat or vegetable?"

"Ummm... protein. In whatever form." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Nothing too spicy. I just. Yeah. Thank you." She gave him one of her half-wattage smiles and blessed everything that Luke's still existed.

"Bacon and eggs," Eliot decided. "You here for the reunion, then?"

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Dawn entered at a fast walk, holding a zombie-blood-covered axe. "Um, hi. I'll want to eat, but do you mind if I borrow your bathroom first?"

Zombie-gremlin blood was probably even worse on a blade than the regular stuff. Also, distinctly unsanitary in a food-making environment and wow she'd been spending too much time with Andrew.

Eliot gestured towards the bathroom. "Be my guest. Clean up any blood you get on the walls. We'll have somethin' for ya when you get back out. What's your poison?"

Yeah, he wasn't even surprised. This was Fandom. And he probably didn't want to know anyway.

"Will do," she called back over her shoulder, almost at the door, "and coffee, please. Maybe a peanut butter, jalapeno, and banana quesadilla, if you can do it?"

"A --"

"I got it!" Vincent shouted.

"Coming right up, then." Eliot shook his head. He didn't much want to know about that, either.

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"PANCAKES!" Lian exclaimed as Roy carefully pushed open the door to the diner with his foot, because one arm was full of toddler and the other arm was full of crossbow.

"Yes, baby, we're going to get pancakes," Roy told her, shooting a look over his shoulder to make sure they hadn't been followed by zombie gremlins.

"Somebody start working on pancakes!" Eliot called. "You need a hand with any of that?"

"No, man, I'm good, thanks," Roy said, then reassessed and admitted, "Could use a high chair?"

Lian was now clapping her hands together while quietly saying, "Pancakes pancakes pancakes."

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