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Who: Famine, Clio, and Saint Patrick
What: Dinner and chats
When: Monday night
Where: Famine's restaurant
Warnings: Language, TBD


Monday nights weren't really a big earner in the restaurant trade. People had just gone back to work after the weekend, and they weren't really inclined to go out for dinner. Famine couldn't really blame them, she supposed, it just kind of sucked. It meant she didn't really have a lot to do, and she had to send some of the extra staff home, which sucked balls all around.

She was back in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a dessert, when she felt Patrick's familiar presence enter the building, accompanied by another presence she didn't recognize at all. She drizzled some chocolate sauce on the plate and dinged the bell, calling, "Table eight is up!" She untied her apron, exiting the kitchen and heading out to the main floor. "Hey, Irish," she called. "Come and sit, it's dead and I'm bored. Who's your friend?"

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I AM ALIVE

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Patrick beamed at Famine and he hugged her before taking hold of Clio's hand. "Famine, this is my girlfriend, Clio! Clio, this is my friend Famine. I'm so glad you're meeting!" and then he stood back and beamed at both of them.

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The place was definitely very pretty and it smelled great. It was a bit ironic to find Famine as a chef, but then again she was a Muse and was teaching. Breaking the mold was good every so often.

She smiled as Patrick greeted the being before offering her own hand. "Nice to meet you. Heard much good about you. It's great to meet you."

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Famine squeezed Patrick, then shook Clio's hand. "You too, I hear a lot of good things. Come on, I've got a lot of empty tables, but this one has the best view." She laid down some menus and took one side by herself, so they could sit next to each other.

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Patrick sat and perused the menu though he knew it by heart by now. Then he beamed at his friend again. "Thanks for the soup yesterday, it really helped."

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"Oh, soup," she was joking though and she glanced to the menu before setting it down. "Okay I'll trust you both to tell me what is good. Also forgive my questions. Christians are very new and odd to me, and well, stories and history is a bit of a specialty." She realized not many would know of her though. "I'm a Muse. Specifically of history. And you're new, so all the questions."

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Famine nodded. "Of course, man. I'm glad it did."

"The chicken alfredo is great, and the sauce is homemade," she began. "We have the Irish stew that is doing really well, I'm seriously considering permanently adding it to the menu. We have a great pulled pork sandwich with pickles and barbecue sauce, and there's chicken cordon bleu, too." She stopped, grinning down at the table. "I like running this place, I guess. Ironic, no?"

She nodded as Clio talked. "If you have questions, I'm pretty open to them," she said. "There's not a lot I keep to myself, except for a few things." She snickered. "And Christians are pretty odd to me, so you're not alone."

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"Irish stew!" Patrick raised his hands in the air. "Decision made!" He closed the menu and grinned at both of them. He was quite happy to let Clio ask Famine questions and just listen. He wouldn't mind learning more as well.

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She laughed to Patrick's energy and leaned over for a kiss before looking at Famine. "No one is surprised. The Alfredo would be fine though. Thank you very much."

She nodded, "I'll try not to get too personal, although this question may be exactly that. But I'm mostly curious how you work. Is what you do something you can turn off?" She was hungry, but not famished. And she was curious.

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Famine waved her hands around her head. "Yes and no. If I want to, I can deliberately starve someone, make them feel hungry even when their stomach is full to bursting. Or I can shut it off like a valve. But because I am what I am, if I get...I call it 'getting tapped', if that happens, I have to go to whatever city or country or province I've been sent to. I may not see it through to the end, but I have to be there to start everything. And that part of me can't be turned off, because that's the purpose I was made for."

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Patrick reacted momentarily to the fact that once, for three weeks, Famine had used the power to starve someone on him, but he pushed it away. They were friends now, and that had only made it possible.

"We knew each other from Ireland," Patrick explained. "Well, it was me the first time. Padraig said he saw her during the potato blight as well, but I was here by then."

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With a smile she set her hand over Patrick's. Strangely, she couldn't really be angry at Famine. "That's different. I just used to follow events." She nodded, "yeah that wasn't pleasant." She'd only seen portions and after effects, and had to piece together the entire story but tragedy like that was always hard to see.