Nymphadora Tonks (nomia) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-02-19 10:04:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | bart allen, challenge 2, nymphadora tonks |
Who: Tonks and Bart Allen
What: Challenge Log: Complaints in a Deli!
When: Afternoon, lunchtime
Where: Random Deli
Status/Rating: incomplete/TBD
Tonks could only assume that the man behind the deli counter was used to the weird goings-ons in LA, because when she gagged on whatever forigen and nasty entity he'd placed on her sandwich and almost immediately started shifting in front of him, he didn't bat an eyelid. He just looked bored. "Something wrong?"
"What's in this?" She demanded, pointing to the food in her hands.
"Turkey, lettuce, tomatoes, bacon, mustard, guac, piccalilli, onion—"
Tonks made a face and held up her hand to stop him right there. "Piccalilli?" she repeated. "Oi, that's it then. I can't eat this. I didn't ask for piccalilli!"
"It's in the sandwich you ordered," the man answered, continuing to look utterly bored with the shifting woman in front of him. Tonks couldn't help it. The relish had always made her sick to her stomach. The only time it hadn't was when she'd been pregnant and craved the stuff. The only thing it was good for now was confirming that she most definitely was not pregnant, because her stomach was churning.
"It's not on the sign. The sign says nothing about piccalilli!"
"It's the special ingredient," he said dryly.
"Can you make me that sandwich without it?"
"Then it wouldn't be that sandwich, now would it?"
Tonks just glared.