trans_9 | This will not be a relic.

A little after the Shodan attack, Mindy would learn that both Sasami and Negi would be repodded, further darkening her mood after all of the fight: no victory, nothing to be really proud of, just a good, swift win. That was life on Stacy, so be it. What was more, for all intent purposes, "Mindy" had to make sure to look broken up about the death of her father, which was obviously not a stretch. But there was something, in her estimation, that needed to be taken care of first and foremost, which was why Ruffnut would notice that there was no Mindy around the castle for the last few days. In fact, Mindy had spent that time in and out of the Juraian Royal Palace, through the permission of Starfire, of course. This was because she was cleaning out the debris those fucking robots left behind in the one place Mindy was adamant needed to be preserved: The First Tree Cafe.

Or formerly that, anyway. The sign had been done away with, with a new sign replacing it: Negi and Sasami's Diner. Granted, the inside was still a bit of a fixer upper, but the lights were working, the chairs were clean of garbage and robot entrails, and a now dusty but accomplished looking girl was busy inside, busy cooking.

Outside there was another sign: Negi and Sasami's Diner
Under New Management
Alien Burgers
Apple Pies
Soup
Ask for anything else and you will get punched in the face.
More food to be added at a date TBD.

[To Note: Splitting this post in two: for those coming into the restaurant, and Mindy going back to the castle.]

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Elisa merely smiled at that. It wasn't an attitude that many people in her New York shared, unfortunately. She was understandably protective when it came to her gargoyle friends. Even now, and even though she knew that they were accepted on the ship, it was strange to talk about them so freely.

"I used to cook for my friends - the rest of Goliath's clan - all the time back in New York," she noted, pulling on an apron. "It can be therapeutic after a long day's work." A pause. "Except when Broadway tries to help, anyway."

He’d always produce a fantastic meal, but her kitchen would inevitably end up in chaos.

Mindy could understand being protective now. Before the ship, there was nothing left to lose after Big Daddy died, but after being here, there were people now she would knock heads to protect. As far as the gargoyles went she knew exactly whee Elisa stood.

"If you think you can handle these ingredients, be my guest. You gotta experiment somehow. But I hear you: with being able to do pretty much nothing on the ship, this definitely helps."

Ok, that was at least only half a lie. Progress!

“I can handle them. Although I've never cooked with alien ingredients before. You'll have to give me some tips.”

It was a good job that she didn't have a problem with the seemingly unusual. A lot of people would have baulked at the idea of alien ingredients in the first place.

“I’m not used to doing nothing. I joined the security department as soon as I woke up.”

"Keep in mind I'm still learning it myself, though experimentation," Mindy said. "You can only get so much information from alien guys at the store. But I've found some pretty neat ways to cook, some that I haven't even bothered with yet since this is supposed to be an experimental launch. I'll REALLY start cooking later on."

Hey, Mindy figured if you were already on the ship, the seemingly unusual was just something people said to make themselves feel better.

"I don't like it at all," Mindy said. "They want to stick me in some school here, which I get, but how's my learning in a school going to help anyone in the war?"

"They're probably thinking of what's going to help you after the war," Elisa pointed out, gently.

It was a difficult position. On one hand, Mindy was young to be on the front line and Elisa wasn't surprised that people on the ship were trying to get her to school instead. But, on the other hand, she'd been woken up for a reason. How could anyone expect her to forget what was going on around her long enough to concentrate on maths or history? It would have been more of a surprise if she hadn't wanted to fight.

"Shouldn't they be preparing me for, you know, helping when the fight is actually happening? They don't exactly have what kids should be doing to help as top priority."

Mindy, of course, knew damn well she had more to do than studying, but it was a question he wanted to know the answer to nonetheless. When it really came down to it, Mindy saw Elisa as a police officer and a damn good one at that. She'd helped the gargoyles, after all."

"I think most of the people on the ship come from worlds where the kids should be kept out of the fighting."

So did Elisa. She couldn't begin to imagine Mindy's frustration - of course she wanted to fight for her world and the people she loved - but it was better that way. Probably.

Mindy nodded. "That's how it is in my world too: but this is different. You have to find a way to help however you can. For me, its this cafe."

Bullshit bullshit bullshit. It sucked to lie to her of all people, but she was still playing the game. She knew she had no choice.

"A dash more of that blue stuff: its like cumin with, like, a dark aftertaste."

"It's got to be hard watching everyone fight without you," said Elisa, oblivious to the truth. "But that doesn't mean what you're doing isn't worthwhile. You're doing a great job here."

She picked up the blue spice with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds interesting."

This will not be a relic.

Of course not!

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