|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 1:48 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:42 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 9:29 am
|
|
|
|
"S-s-s-sure!" Rory jittered at Marceline grabbing his arm. They made their way past the novelty 45 records hung on the wall and the coffin-shaped clock ticking away the time. The five of them crammed into a large corner boo-th.
"Hello, welcome to the Die-ner, can I take your order? Or do you have any questions? Oh! Try the Chocolate Scream Puffs! They're great if you have a sweet fang." Their adorable pink vampire waitress popped up behind the group as they sat down. Rory instantly recognized her as Draculaura, daughter of Count Dracula. He felt a bit starstruck. "Our soup of the day is Vegan Tomato, my personal favorite, and we're having a special on st....st.....steak." Draculaura made a face indicating that she really hoped they didn't order the steak.
Rory checked out the menu. "E-excuse me, miss. I have a question about the menu."
"Sure, sweetie!" She replied with a fangy grin. "What is it?"
"On a scale of one to ten, how dangerous would you say the tuna salad sand-witch is?"
"Er...dangerous?"
"Yes, like, how likely are you to bite a fish bone that then shatters your jaw, or run into a toothpick that will smash your cheek, or the plate might have a sharp edge and shear off your fingers..."
"Oh. Er....I guess....a two?" Draculaura tried to creep her smile, but her eyebrows were clearly starting to raise up her forehead.
"Hm, that seems sort of high. I'd better pick something else."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:07 am
|
|
|
|
Ronan shook his head, clearly bemused by how excited the prospect of picking a table had made Marceline. He glanced to Roswell as the other two were dragged away by the ghoul. "It would seem this is the perfect place to serve pie." He recollected all too well how excited the guy had been about pie at the maul.
Making his way toward the booth, he couldn't help but look around curiously. He'd not had the chance to experience the typical American Die-ner previously, so this was rather novel to him. He pondered if they'd ask him if he wanted soup or salad, a curious native habit that always baffled him. Surely, he'd once asked, if he'd wanted either he would have ordered them?
He slipped into a seat and took his hat off, as his mother always insisted was customary and polite when at the dinner table. He set it on his lap and folded his hands on the table, looking around at everything with wide eyes. "Why do you think it is so quiet?"
But he hadn't much time to ponder the problem, a perky waitress appeared and Rory immediately began to interrogate her on the various dangers of cutlery and foodstuff. He shook his head and stifled a laugh, he couldn't help it, the poor girl's overwhelmed and baffled expression was priceless. "He's a little paranoid." He looked to Rory. "Is soup dangerous?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:25 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 10:48 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:02 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:01 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:17 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 1:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 2:06 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:00 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 3:06 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|