Honeymoon: Evening Out
Jun. 18th, 2008 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A few days after the incidents at the beach and spending them just rubbing on sunburn-balm and watching the local soap operas (what IS this thing with squids? It is so bizzare...) in their hotel room, the couple is more than ready to explore the city again.
Namely it's culinary exploits. And armed with re-translated brochures, Laini's directions and her food-scanning PDA plug-in for compatibility...
Its time to test out Susie Sells Seafood by the Sea Shore. And really, it's a bit of what you'd expect of a place named as such. Through the driftwood doorway and aging painted sign, reading 'out eat the head cook, get your meals free for a week!' is the main indoor eating area. The walls are built out of a combo of driftwood, shell bits and sand, with use-polished driftwood furniture, and there's a viewing patio of the shore... made out of time-frozen water.
Namely it's culinary exploits. And armed with re-translated brochures, Laini's directions and her food-scanning PDA plug-in for compatibility...
Its time to test out Susie Sells Seafood by the Sea Shore. And really, it's a bit of what you'd expect of a place named as such. Through the driftwood doorway and aging painted sign, reading 'out eat the head cook, get your meals free for a week!' is the main indoor eating area. The walls are built out of a combo of driftwood, shell bits and sand, with use-polished driftwood furniture, and there's a viewing patio of the shore... made out of time-frozen water.
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Date: 2008-06-19 05:15 am (UTC)The answer comes in the form of a short, stocky woman in a brightly colored sarong trotting up to the two sprites. "Welcome to Susie's!" the woman says brightly. "Will you be dining indoors today or would you like a table on the patio?"
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Date: 2008-06-19 05:40 am (UTC)"Certainly!" The saronged hostess replies, taking a paper note. "Do you have a preferred grouping? We have sushi, spellwork, carnivore, omnivore, insectivore and herbivore sampler platters. Even a few live ones!"
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Date: 2008-06-19 05:43 am (UTC)After five hours in the Web, he's done with live food.
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Date: 2008-06-19 05:53 am (UTC)"No wine...but I think a Thunderhead club soda will suffice."
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Date: 2008-06-19 06:11 am (UTC)"The same." Bob nods to the woman as she departs, then turns his attention to the menu. "Hm... hippocamp, grindylow... fur-bearing trout?"
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Date: 2008-06-20 01:02 am (UTC)"Well...if anything happens, we'll call Laini to bail us out later with money from home."
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Date: 2008-06-20 01:06 am (UTC)Bob gives Dot a questioning look: You want to tell her, or should I?
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Date: 2008-06-20 01:50 am (UTC)It's the one where nothing good comes of this.
"Excuse me...Miss? What's this bit about out-eating the head chef?"
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Date: 2008-06-20 02:07 am (UTC)Picky, but big eaters.
Oh the waitstaff will just -love- them.
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Date: 2008-06-20 02:24 am (UTC)"Oh, no, that'll be just fine," says Sarong Lady with an odd little smile. "Are you sure you want the sampler platter first? Wouldn't want to spoil your appetite..."
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Date: 2008-06-20 02:30 am (UTC)With that, Sarong-Lady smiles, taking down their challenge and heading back into the kitchen. A few moments later a small grouping of 3 wait-otters trot out carrying a large platter between them with various tidbits of items from the menu.
Oooh. Some of those things even smell good.
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Date: 2008-06-20 03:09 am (UTC)"Mhmm...."
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Date: 2008-06-20 03:16 am (UTC)("I'll have what she just ate," remarks a sea turtle seated at the next table over.)
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Date: 2008-06-20 03:22 am (UTC)"Naiad Roe in a twilight-kelp wrap."
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Date: 2008-06-20 03:53 am (UTC)"Bunyip paté on a rice cracker," replies another of the otters. "Caught fresh this morning."
Bob nibbles on a corner experimentally, then makes a face. "Too salty."
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:35 am (UTC)"Mhmm... What's this?" Dot selects what looked like a slice of vibrant lime-green meat on a piece of bread.
"Honey-smoked Grindylow! Very good with a little bit of bee larvae." Pipes up the third otter.
A small cautious nibble. "Mhmm...very sweet, with a sour tang afterward."
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:47 am (UTC)Numerous food samples later, the saronged waitress returns. "Our chef is ready to begin the competition," she says to Dot. "If you'll come with me..."
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:54 am (UTC)"Alright..." Dot smiles getting up. Bob can monitor her health while she does thing, just in case something should go wrong.
Following the waitress to a new table set up on a small stage in the middle of the restaurant, the petite challenger settles herself at the table to a chorus of whispered wagers.
"Five gibsons says she tanks out in the first ten minutes." "Bull to that. Eight Mandril heads says she lasts half that time."
"Twenty mooncakes on her winning." "You're insane."
At last, the head chef strolls up to the stage, all 12 feet nine inches of Susie, an orca in an impressive and pristine white chef's outfit.
"You know what you're getting yourself in for?" She grins, settling down into her chair with a protesting creak from the wood.
"Oh...I believe I do." Is the calm, collected reply as the scales are brought out for weighing the food.
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Date: 2008-06-21 04:59 am (UTC)There's no way in hell he's letting her out of his sight.
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Date: 2008-06-22 04:41 am (UTC)Such as the Walrus who tried to out-eat Susie in fried fish.
Two similar platters of sushi are brought out, weighed and set down in front of the contenders.
Now, it's up to whoever has the biggest appetite.
...We're rather hoping Susie has not eaten yet today.
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Date: 2008-06-22 04:58 am (UTC)The saronged waitress clears her throat. "Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise! We have a special treat for you tonight. This young lady--ah--what is your name, ma'am?" she asks the green sprite.
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Date: 2008-06-22 05:08 am (UTC)There's a smattering of applause from the tables.
"Each contestant has been given an identical tray of food," the waitress continues. "Further identical trays will be provided as they are consumed. The competition ends when one contestant concedes or collapses, at which point the remaining food will be weighed. Lightest tray wins. Susie! Are you ready?"
"Bring it."
"Dot Matrix! Are you ready?"
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Date: 2008-06-22 05:22 am (UTC)"You heard the lady folks! and without further ado..."
B-BWONNG-G
Somewhere behind the contestants, a large gong is hit. And the feeding frenzy begins as the Orca chef starts into her platter.
Dot is making her own quick headway through the platter in front of her. It's all very good sushi, but it's also some of the lower priced ones from the earlier sampler.
You don't feed the eating contestants the tenderloin when the sirloin comes much cheaper.
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Date: 2008-06-23 05:04 am (UTC)Fine, enough with the dainty, time for some trick-eating. The petite woman is now flip-tossing pieces of sushi into her mouth by the dozen.
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Date: 2008-06-23 05:17 am (UTC)...all except for Bob, who is torn between boggling at the contest and boggling at everyone else in the room.
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Date: 2008-06-23 05:24 am (UTC)Dot's made it through the first course, to the cheers of the crowd the next set of platters is produced.
Bring it on
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Date: 2008-06-23 05:45 am (UTC)Until...
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Date: 2008-06-23 05:59 am (UTC)And Dot is not showing any signs of stopping folks. While the head chef may be lagging on her plate, Dot's almost half-way done with this one and still going strong! In another minute she's already polished off this platter and asked for another one.
GOOD CROW.
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Date: 2008-06-23 08:47 pm (UTC)Scarcely five minutes later, she stops, shakes her head, and pushes the plate away from her.
She knows when she's licked.
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Date: 2008-06-23 09:15 pm (UTC)"And we have a winner folks!" The saronged-woman yells out above the jeers, wolf-howls, catcalls and general ruckus of the crowd as the remade bets are paid up and the losers just stare.
Polishing off her platter (why let good food go to waste), Dot reclines back into her chair smiling.
She actually feels -full-. ...ish.
"Mrs. Matrix, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"I don't suppose I could order a slice of pie for dessert?"
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