"Hey!"
The yell rang over the general ruckus of Ursula's Fish and Chips. It was breakfast time, and the diner was packed. Harry Hook glanced discreetly over his tray at his favorite turquoise-haired waitress, who was currently dealing with yet another idiot who probably wouldn't know a cutlass from a cutpurse.
"I didn't order this slop!" the angry man roared. He shook a fist at Uma. "Take it back this instant before I break it over your ugly face!"
Yelling, Harry could deal with. Calling the food slop, Harry could deal with. But nobody, nobody, called Uma ugly on his watch.
Harry slapped the bottom of his tray. An open-face-peanut-butter-and-jellyfish sandwich catapulted high over his head and landed, with a wet, sickening splat, on the offending customer's head.
"Oopsy," he drawled.
As shouts of laughter rang through the restaurant, mingling with the howls of fury from the customer, Harry clicked his fingers at Uma. "We've had a little accident here. Can I get a refill?"
Lips twitching in an attempt to hide mingled fury and laughter, Uma slid a new sandwich in front of him.
"You're welcome," Harry smirked quietly. Uma reached behind his head to ruffle his hair, turning the gesture into a shove that sent Harry face-first into his scrambled squid.
"Oopsy," she chirped.