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Topic	Teen Titans CYOA: Romance Resurrected part 4
Cartridge88 10/17/17 2:14:27 AM #469:	A "Kalapawai Club sandwich. Choice of bread stacked with either ham or turkey, with bacon, lettuce, tomato, Swiss cheese, mustard and mayonnaise." "Sounds nice," she says, "but I think I'll have the French Dip." "Mmm, a good choice, as well." A waiter walks up and serves your table two cups of coffee. "So you ready to order?" he asks. "Yes," you say. "I'll have the Kalapawai Club. White bread, ham, and everything else." "Alright," he says. "And you, miss?" "I'll have a French Dip." "Okay," he says. "I'll be back with those when they're ready." The waiter takes your menu and walks to the kitchen, you and Raven quietly sip coffee. "This really is good," you say. "Yeah," she says. The lunch rush seems to begin, or the equivalent of it for this establishment, as a large group of people enters. One of the men has his shirt off, but the man at the counter doesn't say anything to him. "Wait," you say, "I was told to put my shirt on." "Yeah, because him and me are friends," the man says. "Plus, we're in the same kinda shape." The shirtless man chuckles as he pats his stocky stomach. "The restaurant is for eating, not showing off ya muscles," the man finishes before wiping down the bar. "I wasn't showing off..." you say a little defensively. "Well, you do have some good muscles," Raven says with a bit of a smirk. You smirk back and sip more coffee. A few minutes pass, and your waiter returns with two plates. "One Kalapawai Club, one French Dip," he says. "Thank you," you and Raven say. "Careful with the Au Jus," he tells her, "it is hot and fresh." She uses her fingertips to carefully place the tiny bowl of the savory dark-brown liquid beside the plate. She then picks up her sandwich, complete with melted cheese and roast beef, squeezes it together and dips it in the dip, per the sandwich's name. She takes a bite, and smiles with delight. "It's good, yes?" you say. She nods. You pick up your sandwich, with ham, Swiss and the BLT, and take a bite that gets all of it at once. You even get the mellow tangy taste of the mustard and mayo together. "Also good," you say. "Proper stacking for the sake of things not being mushy and sticking to the roof of my mouth." "Yeah, that does get annoying," she says. "There's no mayonnaise on this, and the Au Jus soaks into the bread to soften it without making it soggy." You two eat quietly as more customers fill the restaurant. "Help! Someone help!" a man shouts as they come running in from the corner. "My son, he stuck by a sea urchin, and I think he's been poisoned!" Everyone in the Kalapawai Market reacts to hearing that. "Jimmy, check the first-aid kit for the urchin anti-venom!" the man at the counter says. "Right away!" the other man says as he hurries into the back. "How bad was the contact?" you ask. "A poke? A scratch?" "No, more like, several punctures," the father says, calming down. "Maybe three, grouped together, on his leg." "Where on his leg?" "His thigh." --- Go Catgirls! http://i.imgur.com/0pZQxIM.jpg <cite>Cartridge88 posted [p:888582975] in Teen Titan... [t:75631932]...</cite> <quote>A "Kalapawai Club sandwich. Choice of bread stacked with either ham or turkey, with bacon, lettuce, tomato, Swiss cheese, mustard and mayonnaise." "Sounds nice," she says, "but I think I'll have the French Dip." "Mmm, a good choice, as well." A waiter walks up and serves your table two cups of coffee. "So you ready to order?" he asks. "Yes," you say. "I'll have the Kalapawai Club. White bread, ham, and everything else." "Alright," he says. "And you, miss?" "I'll have a French Dip." "Okay," he says. "I'll be back with those when they're ready." The waiter takes your menu and walks to the kitchen, you and Raven quietly sip coffee. "This really is good," you say. "Yeah," she says. The lunch rush seems to begin, or the equivalent of it for this establishment, as a large group of people enters. One of the men has his shirt off, but the man at the counter doesn't say anything to him. "Wait," you say, "I was told to put my shirt on." "Yeah, because him and me are friends," the man says. "Plus, we're in the same kinda shape." The shirtless man chuckles as he pats his stocky stomach. "The restaurant is for eating, not showing off ya muscles," the man finishes before wiping down the bar. "I wasn't showing off..." you say a little defensively. "Well, you do have some good muscles," Raven says with a bit of a smirk. You smirk back and sip more coffee. A few minutes pass, and your waiter returns with two plates. "One Kalapawai Club, one French Dip," he says. "Thank you," you and Raven say. "Careful with the Au Jus," he tells her, "it is hot and fresh." She uses her fingertips to carefully place the tiny bowl of the savory dark-brown liquid beside the plate. She then picks up her sandwich, complete with melted cheese and roast beef, squeezes it together and dips it in the dip, per the sandwich's name. She takes a bite, and smiles with delight. "It's good, yes?" you say. She nods. You pick up your sandwich, with ham, Swiss and the BLT, and take a bite that gets all of it at once. You even get the mellow tangy taste of the mustard and mayo together. "Also good," you say. "Proper stacking for the sake of things not being mushy and sticking to the roof of my mouth." "Yeah, that does get annoying," she says. "There's no mayonnaise on this, and the Au Jus soaks into the bread to soften it without making it soggy." You two eat quietly as more customers fill the restaurant. "Help! Someone help!" a man shouts as they come running in from the corner. "My son, he stuck by a sea urchin, and I think he's been poisoned!" Everyone in the Kalapawai Market reacts to hearing that. "Jimmy, check the first-aid kit for the urchin anti-venom!" the man at the counter says. "Right away!" the other man says as he hurries into the back. "How bad was the contact?" you ask. "A poke? A scratch?" "No, more like, several punctures," the father says, calming down. "Maybe three, grouped together, on his leg." "Where on his leg?" "His thigh." --- Go Catgirls! http://i.imgur.com/0pZQxIM.jpg</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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