THE MELTING POT. A Catchall.

[edwinjarvis]

Who: Jarvis! But also anyone at The Melting Pot! A Mingle!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: at the new cafe/bistro, on the Iskaulit.
When: May and June catch-all? Or something.

 

THE MENU AND SERVERS.

 

Feel free to make open and closed threads here! Or if you're looking for Jarvis, feel free to add that information in the subject line. If you'd like a character to come in and look for work, feel free, Jarvis may set them up with work! Likewise, those he told he would help learn to cook dishes can stop by, too. 

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closed » jarvis

[mucked]

Really, Mister Jarvis.

[ -- foregoing any sensible greeting, peggy snags the man by his elbow when he bustles his way past her booth. for a moment, just a moment, she feels almost transported back to the l&l. but the l&l's menu never boasted her name. nor, indeed, fondue. bloody hell. ]

Have a seat. [ peggy gestures at the bench across from her. she does, of course, have tea at her elbow. that much is certainly appreciated. whatever its name. ] Whatever you're rushing off to can wait a little bit longer.

[ it's jarvis and peggy time now. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[Oh! He looks... at the booth behind her, contemplative, before he takes a seat across from her. Contentedly:]

This certainly feels a bit off from our usual seating arrangement.

[It's lovely to see you, friend, is what that means.]

[mucked]

Not much need for covert meetings. Not here. [ not between us.

peggy leans back a moment while jarvis takes his seat. she knows she ought to say something supportive -- about his efforts here, and the fruits of them. it is, after all, a rather impressive set-up. and she is proud of him, whatever flak she gives him now. ]

You put fondue on the menu.

[edwinjarvis]

[He expects all manner of flak, so his response is merely a little thin-lipped smile.

Cheeky creature, he is.]

Extremely difficult to make, you know. With space ingredients! Imagine my tireless hours trying to perfect it in the dark of the Tourist kitchen. Bit of a Jekyll and Hyde scare.

[mucked]

If it was so very difficult, Mister Jarvis, then perhaps you should have left it off the menu.

[ well. ]

What a ridiculous dish.

[edwinjarvis]

For a ridiculous situation. This is a bistro floating through space, Miss Carter.

[mucked]

And I'm certain that, should he eventually return, Howard Stark will be pleased to find his favourite date dish front and bloody centre on the menu.

[ yes, that's the problem with it. sure. ]

[edwinjarvis]

Oh, come now! Don't sully the menu by letting his perversion defeat your sensibilities.

[or he just assumes that's the issue here, because howard.

He considers this all for a moment, thoughtful.]

... As much as I loathe to admit it, it would be nice to have a little of Mr. Stark's energy gracing the ships.

[Does he miss his bossfriend? Nonsense!!]

[mucked]

I pity the ship that would have to cope with his -- as you put it -- energy.

[ howard managed to systematically sleep through nearly a whole floor of the griffith before peggy locked him down. good god, the damage that man could do across star systems. ]

[edwinjarvis]

I'd pity him more, I think. Imagine him attempting the usual Stark method with the particular ladies aboard these ships...

I imagine I would have to negotiate his release from the airlock area.

[mucked]

Oh, you wouldn't. [ please. don't help him; it would be so entertaining. ] Let him muddle through his own sodding negotiations. At the very least, it'll come with a boom of credits.

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[edwinjarvis]

I suppose... I have gotten rather used to getting him out of sticky situations.

[edwinjarvis]

... I am as usual unsettled that an innocent choice of words has been once again irrevocably damaged by my employment under Mr. Stark.

[mucked]

In a world doomed to super-powers, Mister Jarvis, that will always be Howard's. Depravity which knows no bounds.

[edwinjarvis]

When you say it like that, it does make me wonder if Mr. Stark has some sort of special mutation, to make him create such concerning inventions. They seem catered specifically for me to break out into cold sweats over.

[mucked]

Oh, please. Don't give him any more credit than he deserves. He's perfectly human. As human as you or I, Mister Jarvis. But with rather fewer scruples.

[edwinjarvis]

I suppose you're very right.

Though I'm still mystified at the string of women he leaves in his wake.

[Surely it must be some sort of pheromone thing.

Some deviously womanizing mutant gene.]

Oh! Silly me. Did you want anything, Miss Carter? Sitting at a booth makes me forget I'm supposed to be your waiter today.

[mucked]

[ tragic, maybe, but peggy's not at all mystified. there's an implicit charm in a personality like howard's, albeit one she doesn't fall for quite as readily. but that doesn't mean he isn't to anyone else's taste.

but! the conversation moves onward. ]

Not the fondue, that's for certain. Tell me -- what dish currently has the most chance of not being utterly synthetic?

[edwinjarvis]

[He is so very serious and intense as he picks through the mental menu in his head.]

Well... I would say the potato casserole, or the goulash. We've an actual meat supply at the moment for goulash, instead of that pesky tofu substitute. However, I'm happy to say our egg omelette, while made with synthetic dairy, is actually surprisingly toe to toe with the same dish prepared in Mr. Stark's manor.

[mucked]

[ something softer steals across her face. as appealing (hah) as the idea of fake-out omelette sounds, peggy's rather glad he brought up one other dish all on his own. she might have feel crass asking for it without that introduction.

peggy reaches out and pats the back of jarvis's hand. ]

The goulash would be splendid. I remember quite liking it.

[edwinjarvis]

[He smiles fondly. Of Ana, perhaps, but also most definitely from fondness of Peggy, too. He sees precisely what you're up to here, Miss Carter, giving her hand a return pat of thanks as he considers her order.]

I would be more than happy to oblige, and I'm sure Miss Jarvis is suddenly too content at this very moment.

.... Would you like a Carter's Tea with it?

[:))))))]

[mucked]

Oh, for God's sake. [ and here we are, right back to form. ] Can't you just call it 'tea'? Don't be ridiculous.

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[edwinjarvis]

[edwinjarvis]

But it needs to match Roger's Iced Tea.

[mucked]

-- It absolutely does not.