Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Friday

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Priestly was even bouncier than usual today, taking up space in the sub shop like a giant hyper active ferret.

His cheer was contagious. It even got Trucker grinning, and he'd dealt with early morning crappy waves. Everyone was just pleased to see him look so happy.

Well, except Mr. Julius. Mr. Julius was rolling his eyes every five minutes. Especially once Priestly started trying to rearrange the pots hanging over the stove for "more optimal flow".

[ooc: for one in particular, hurray!]

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"That's 'really soon' on a galactic scale, right?" Priestly grinned. Jen smacked him. Trucker cleared his throat.

"Isn't there cooking to be doing, Priestly?"

"You say that like I can't cook and tease at the same time."

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"He multi-tasks," Dinah confirmed. "Didn't you hire him for that?"

Having finally admitted that food was good, she was now eyeing the little creamer cups like she wanted to drink them. And the little jam packets too.

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Jen noticed and set an apple down in front of her.

"I think he hired me for my hair," Priestly decided.

"That was definitely a factor."

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"Jen, you're a goddess," Dinah decided, and bit into the apple with a ravenous expression. "Nom nom nom nom..." Crunch.

"You still have the best hair. Nobody showed up to challenge you for that title back at school." A little stab of homesickness. "We'll see if anyone in Gotham's acquired fashion sense since last June when I go back."

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"Well, that whole question mark outfit might be hard to beat." Jen frowned and stared at Priestly and Priestly shrugged back. "Think I'll always be the mohawk guy back at school?"

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"Oh, probably, to the ones that never got to know you," Dinah said. "Until you show up as the next Food Network star, and then all those food addicts in the Common Rooms will be addicted to your show." She grinned teasingly. To Jen, she said, "Weird guy on the backpacking trip in my hometown. Do not ask. He's in jail anyway."

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"Was he locked up by the fashion police?"

Priestly snorted. "Jen, if the fashion police locked people up, we'd all be in jail."

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"He should've been... and hey! I have new boots!" Dinah stuck out a motorcycle-boot clad leg, and protested, "Thanks to Momoko! I'm not even a misdemeanor today!"

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"You definitely stand out," Jen said. She leaned over the counter to look at the boots. "Those are cute! Is cute what you were going for? Should I say they're badass?"

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"Cute and badass." Dinah grinned at her. "Someday I'll have to choose, but not today. And hey. Dress tough, feel tough." Especially today. "Think I'm too biker for Santa Cruz?"

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"No," Priestly said, rolling his eyes. "We're practically Sturgis, around here."

Jen smacked him with a dish cloth.

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Snickering, Dinah bit into her apple again. "So what are we going to do tomorrow? Do you have to work then? Beach, maybe? Drive around in your jeep? Oo! Jen! You have to get a ride on my bike!"

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Jen's eyes went very wide. Priestly laughed. "She's not really the biker type. But I think we'll find something entertaining to do."

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"Before I leave," Dinah mock-threatened Jen. "And cool. And I gotta visit Zo too while I'm here." She gave her sandwich-in-preparation a yearning look. "I'll buy the pizza tomorrow."

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"Huh, food I don't have to cook." Priestly grinned lazily. "A novel concept."

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"We can always try to cook for you," Dinah said optimistically, then grinned at Jen. "Do you cook? I mean, you're working at a sandwich shop, so you're one up on me."

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From the look on Priestly's face, it was probably safe to assume that, no, Jen didn't cook.

"I'm a master with a microwave," she said. Priestly winced.

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"...we could, oh... make a salad?"

This promised to be an interesting exercise in futility.

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"That's just washing vegetables, right?"

Priestly snickered, put the finishing touches on Dinah's sandwich, and slid it over to her, smirking.

"Pizza's fine."

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"I think so?" Dinah grinned at Priestly and picked up her sandwich, biting into it. "You remembered! MmMmmMMMMMmmmmmmmm..." And she took a huge bite out of her Lancer, happily chowing down.

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"You say that like you thought I wouldn't."

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"It's always good to be reassured," Dinah sing-songed, unwilling to say how nice it was to be taken care of a bit today. The exhaustion from the whole long week was starting to hit her. "I've got so much stuff to tell you. Things that happened just in the last couple days before I left."

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"Please tell me the island wasn't attacked by zombies."

"Well, private school didn't do anything to his imagination," Mr Julius said.

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Dinah gave Mr. Julius an injured look. "There could be zombies. You don't know. There's ways. Really. Haven't you seen Hellraiser?" She turend back to Priestly. "No, but did you have any classes with Professor De'mon?"

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Priestly thought a moment, then shook his head. "I don't think so. He was one of the radio people though, right?"