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Post by alberto on May 18, 2011 14:20:36 GMT -5
Alberto waltzed through the promenade looking around at the various shops that lined that outside of the ring. He walked past a place called the portal inn "Oh yeah. I've heard of this place. Well look out, because you've now got compation" He muttered under his breath. A couole of doors down was the newly painted cafe that he had recently purchased. And seeing there proximity to the Delta Quadrent, he had decided to name this place: The Talaxian Cafe, after Nelix, Voyagers famed Talaxian chef. Walking up to the door, he said "Computer regonize code, Moretti Alpha-Delta PI." With a beep and a click, the door opened. Walking in he headed stright for the kitchen to check out his new cooking faclities. "Adaquete" He murmered. He then walked back to the front of the shop and changed the sign from closed to open. He was ready for the day to come.
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Post by Krysta O' Conner on May 18, 2011 14:34:32 GMT -5
Setting up the little shop proper, as well as cleaning it up gave Krysta a bit of an appetite. Seeing as how she was going to the Portal Inn tomorrow evening with a certain lieutenant, Krysta went out in search of some other place. Especially since she did not feel too much like being all alone at the moment. Her little search for a place to eat led her to a place called The Talaxian Cafe. Cute name. Krysta mused. She saw the sign said 'open'. With a light shrug she walked in. "Not bad." She commented to herself as she looked around.
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Post by alberto on May 19, 2011 13:01:32 GMT -5
Alberto was washing down the cooking surface, when heard the door opening. Walking out he noticed a young women walking through the door. "Buon giorno signora.
"Not bad."
Hearing this little compliment, Alberto gave her a small smile and said "Grazie I do what I can. I'm still in the process of making it a more homely." He then came out from behind the counter, led her over to a table a gave her a menu, and asked "What can I get for you ragazza?
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Post by Krysta O' Conner on May 19, 2011 13:17:22 GMT -5
Krys looked up when spoken to. She suspected it was the owner considering that he had said he was still in the process of making it more homely. A regular worker wouldn't say that. "Well considering you're still 'in the process' I'm sure it will look just smashing when you are finished." Krysta said encouragingly, as she walked over to the table, sat and accepted the menu.
Something sort of stumped her. "Would you mind repeating the last word in English?" Krysta didn't speak Italian. At least she thought it was Italian. For sure didn't sound like French, and was not Irish; which was her native tongue.
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Post by alberto on May 20, 2011 14:50:04 GMT -5
"Well considering you're still 'in the process' I'm sure it will look just smashing when you are finished."
"Thank you. I myself have never had the skills of a decarater. But it's amazing what one can do when they find themselfs on a spacestation"
"Would you mind repeating the last word in English?"
"Ah but of course. ragazza simply means 'miss' in Itallian. I aplogize for that, but you know, how is they say 'Old habits die hard.'" He said chuckling slightly. He was refering to the fact that as he had lived in Italy his whole life, most people there spoke both English and Itallian, and the two often got spoken together. "I have to remember that I now live on a spacestation and not everyone speaks my language." Looking at here menu, he then said "If I may make a suggestion. The lasagne is ecspecially delicious. It comes with a side serving of Chips and an optional salad. The beverage is of course your choice."
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Post by Krysta O' Conner on May 20, 2011 15:40:47 GMT -5
"Oh, I understand." Krysta replied referring to the language and the old habit dieing hard. "Sometimes I still find myself speaking Irish, even though my family and I moved to the states when I was a teenager." Krysta gave a bit of thought. "You'd think though that they might wire the place with universal translators." She smiled and lightly shrugged and went to listen to his suggestion. "I suppose I'll have that then."
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Post by Krysta O' Conner on Jun 14, 2011 21:28:47 GMT -5
Talk continued for a bit, then Krysta finished her her meal as more people started pouring into the restaurant. It was great food! Time passes, Krysta paid her dues and compliments. She then took her leave of the quaint restaurant. Yes. Krysta would be back. "Bye Alberto."
End Krysta
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