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She could be sweet as sugar when she wanted to be, or stubborn as a bull when the situation needed it. Her lips curl at the memory of talking to command at Foreas about her diner. That situation had needed both, and she ended up stalking out before she was going to slap someone. But she had that little piece of gold ringing in her ears. Two words that meant the world for her, right then.

"All right."

She couldn't sleep at all that night or wait for the okay to go through the channels. So she got up and walked across the bridge, her hands itching to get ahold of the tools in the Tavern's kitchen.

The something caught her eyes on the sign, causing her to stop short. And for the first time since the skies turned red on earth, Maiara's eyes filled with tears.

The tavern's sign read "Slice of Heaven" this morning.

The few moments she spent staring at the sign seemed like years, but she finally got back to herself and ran for the door. I have to be dreaming... I have to be fucking dreaming...

No, even closer, the words still ran out on the sign clear as could be, and the front doors open with a soft whoosh as she trots indoors. The 'tender was still there, guarding the drinkbar. But the kitchen stood there nice and spanking new.

And so that's where she was that morning, whipping up strawberry, raspberry and blueberry pancakes like no tomorrow, her back always to the main part of the room for the most part. It was easier to hide her smile that way, and the lines her tears made down her cheeks.



Update: Menu

Breakfast: 5 credits
Flapjacks (regular, maple spice, pumpkin spice, strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, chocolate chip)
Waffles (same variety as Flapjacks)
Eggs (scrambled or to order)
Fried Ham (Boargar) Steak/ Bacon

Lunch/Dinner: 10 credits
Burger (Treeback)
Steak, Breaded or Grilled (Treeback, made to preference)
Fried or Roasted Chicken (Treelurker Cub)
Steamed Crab Legs (w/ butter!)
(comes with salad and home style fries or baked potato)

~*~Please note! Menu is open for additions! Please contact Doc for suggestions!~*~

Lierck sulks into the Tavern relieved to be rid of his armor, but uncertain if he'll ever see it again. He had been recently demoted, and on top of that he had just lost his mp3 player; it seemed like the whole world was against him.

He sits down lazily, completely unaware of his surroundings.

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Taynt sets down his empty glass with a sigh.
"Ahh, well I think its time to have something decent to eat"

The tall, aged man looks up from the bar. Although he appears somewhat fit for his age, he certainly doesn't look fit for a warzone.
"Umm, I'll have the cheapest thing you can make" he says with a hearty grin.

Doc jumps very slightly as she hears voice behind her, hen wipes her eyes quickly on the front of her fushia denim vest. She turns with a radiant smile a moment later.

"Well I seem to have gone a little crazy making flapjacks so what kind do you want? Strawberry? Blueberry? Raspberry?" She had a very faint accent but the light southern drawl masked it. The pan in her hand flicks as she talks, the flapjack making that easy arc that you only really saw in movies before flopping back home in the pan.

Sly was on his comm. with the Quartermaster of Foreas Base as he was patrolling that day.

"I understand it has to look..." he briefly paused with his annoyed tone as he sent a full clip of electrical current at two approaching Thrax who had been attempting to flank him.

"... has to look like you had to be convinced to the top Brass of Command, but you think my payoff would have been worth making it easier for her."

Fox looked over the bodies and scavenged them for anything useful as he listened to the Quartermaster’s reply, covering his hear to muffled some of the sounds of battle in the distance.

"Come on, Fox. You and I both know if I'm caught accepting bribes..."

"It was not a bribe, and you know it. It was more a... generous donation to the war effort. Look just give it a chance. I don't want Command coming down hard on this after the fact. Remember, you DO owe me."

"...yeah. All right, fine. I approved it already didn’t I? And no reexamination of spent funds, this diner stays as long as it remains self sustaining."

"Just keep selling it as a morale booster. The brass eats that shit up."

"You don't need to tell me how to do my job Fox, over and out."

With a brief burst of static, the comm. went dead and Fox took his hand from his ear, grinning.

The grin was replaced with a grimace however as a Bane squad materialized in red behind him. Electricity soon was flying, and not just from his polarity gun, but Fox was confident the day was starting out well.

Codie walked in early that morning. She always woke up early, and when she heard the murmuring of a diner in the barracks, she knew exactly where she'd find the Doc, who was curiously vacant from her cot. She strode through the doors with a purpose, her eyes looking over every little detail as if walking into a battlefield. Something had spurned her fierce side today, and the glowing sign that read 'Slice of Heaven' didn't help. It was almost like she thought someone was playing a joke, and she wasn't in the mood to let someone screw with her friend this badly.

As she approached the bar, she sat down and noticed the Doc working away in the back. She'd run with her long enough, fought and laughed, listened and spoke, she could tell just by watching how she moved that she was happy. This wasn't a practical joke after all. The tension left her shoulders and she smiles to the bartender who, until this moment, hadn't even noticed she was sitting there.

The bartender blinked, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, ma'am, thought you'd already been served. What can I do ya for?"

"I'll have whatever she's having." Codie gestures to the Doc with a smile. Today was starting out good.

Her eyes flick to Codie as she wanders in and her smile widens just a fraction more as she swallows a bit. Then she nods her head at the growing stacks of flapjacks nearby.

"Pancakes?" Her voice was a bit thick and she turns back to the oven with a nervous laugh. "I'm... God I'm acting like an idiot..."

Taynt gives a brief moment of mock-contemplation
"Better make it blueberry" he says with a nod, "Not one for rasberries, and too many of them nutrient bars are strawberry flavored."


Lierck blinks back into reality, looking up at the blur of motion coming from the kitchen.

She peeks over her shoulder at Taynt then smiles, nodding as she turns back to the counter. She flips three from a still-hot stack onto a plate, popping her neck absently.

"Syrup? Butter?" she asks as she plucks up a wrapped set of utensils. She raises up on the ball of one foot and kicks off gently on the other, doing a lazy spin as she sets down the plate and cutlery in front of him. Her turn slows down by the syrups and butter, waiting for his preference.

Taynt blinks, suddenly faced with a decision he wasn't prepared for.
"Uhh...Oh, thank you, but no. Have to watch what I eat, not as young as I used to be" he says with a shrug

She laughs softly and lowers her hand, turning instead to look at the new fellow.

"I'm Doc, by the way. Welcome to the newly opened Slice of Heaven. Hope you like the flapjacks."

"Strawberry, with butter but no syrup please? I gotta be out in the field in five minutes. If need be, I wanna be able to just roll 'em up and eat on the run." She smiles at the Doc and gets settled on her little stool.

She nods with a smile to the other two patrons.

"Running off again without me, Claymore? I'm so hurt." She turns and scoops up a stack of three still-warm strawberry flapjacks onto a plate, and snips off a pad of butter for them. She does that lazy spin again, depositing them before Codie before resting a finger to her chin in thought as she continues slowly spinning on the ball of her foot.

"Not my fault you got a lil slice of heaven here all of your own. Orders are orders. I gotta go find and take care of this Bane scout patrol that's getting a little too close to a few select places. Nothin' you'd be interested in anyways." She winks, and starts into her pancakes. She eats like a college student late for their next class. Moderate sized bites frequently, taking just long enough to enjoy the meal without taking too long.

"Don't worry. I'll be out in the field on your tail about ten minutes after you run off. Someone has to keep you in one piece." She eyes the plates of flapjacks as if debating taking one for herself, then shrugs a bit. "And hey, I never expected them to actually bite. I saw the sign and just... I'm in shock, I think."

"They have trauma kits for that, you know."

"Do you ever use them?" She grins at her squadmate and plucks up a strawberry flapjack, rolling it up and eating it like a burrito.

"Me? Never. It's why you're there, naturally." She finishes up two of her pancakes and rolls the third one up much like a burrito herself, popping it in her mouth and speaking around it as she stands. "See you on the battlefield then! Try not to choke on my dust." With a laugh, she waves and trots out the door as if she were already late.

She looks after her friend with a faint sigh and a haunted expression for a moment, then shakes herself and sets about cleaning up the plates.

"You two close?" manages Taynt, halfway through a bite. Setting down his officer-issued datapad.

"Close as a couple friends on a battlefield in space can get." She flashes Taynt a smile and takes a bite of her rolled-up flapjack, nodding at his plate. "You want more? Or you good?"