Holly/Chix would have actually been a lot easier to write. But whatever. I like it how it is.

Also, this chapter is about as long as the others put together. Not sure if that's good or bad.

A Small Inconvenience Or Two (Or Three, or Fifty)

A happy looking—annoyingly happy, Holly thought bitterly—pixie made her way to Holly and Trouble's table.

'Hello, What can I get for you?' she said cheerfully. Holly glared at her, but she didn't seem to notice.

'I'm still trying to understand the menu,' Holly said shortly. Trouble sighed, smiling.

The waitress frowned. 'If I could see that menu, please?'

Holly handed her the menu, glad to get it out of her hands.

The waitress blinked at it. 'This doesn't look like our menu. Tell me, did one of the staff give you this?'

Trouble's brow furrowed while Holly's mouth dropped.

'Come to think of it, the menu was only here after I returned from the restroom,' Trouble said to the waitress, who was looking as confused as he was.

Holly was looking absolutely furious.

Foaly was grinning evilly (again) and reminding himself to write Mulch a thank-you note for his idea.

'Well, I'll, um, get you a normal menu. Very sorry for the inconvenience,' the waitress said, still puzzled. She walked off, taking the 'menu' with her.

Holly glared fiercely at Foaly.

Foaly waved at her.

'You okay, Holly?' Trouble asked her.

'That stupid centaur…'

'Holly?'

'Oh. Um, yeah. I'm fine,' Holly said uneasily.

At this moment the waitress returned with a menu that looked exactly like the other one, except written in Gnomish. Unfortunately the foods still seemed incredibly expensive and too fancy for Holly's taste, but she accepted it grudgingly.

Holly sighed.

'Anyhow, how are you?' Trouble asked her. 'Anything new?'

Holly shrugged. 'Not yet. I'm still trying to figure out a legal way to kill Foaly. And Artemis. And Monica, come to think of it. Oh, and the waitress.'

'I thought you liked your job as a LEP Captain better than a hit woman.'

'Oh, you know. There are days when I'd change that.'

Trouble scooted backwards.

Holly began to whistle, which was ironic, but she didn't notice.

'Anything you'd like from the menu?' Trouble asked her.

'A salad would be fine.'

'What kind?'

'They have more than one type of salad?'

'Eight, as far as I can see.'

'EIGHT? One is fine, two's great, three's understandable, four's pushing it a bit, five is…unusual, six is slightly annoying, seven is extremely aggravating, but EIGHT?'

'You have a plan in your head for the amount of salads a restaurant can have?'

'Sure, make it sound stupid.'

'It's my job.'

'Maybe I'd like that better than a hit woman. Tough choice.'

Holly closed her eyes and pointed to a random selection on the menu, opened her eyes, and smiled.

'That's taken care of. Garden salad, please,' she said.

Trouble raised his eyebrows. 'What happens if your finger landed on a salad you hated?'

'I happen to like garden salad.'

'But what if?'

'Nobody should say "what if." If they go around wasting time with the "what if"s they won't have time to do far more important things, and it gets annoying and pointless anyway.'

'And what, pray tell, would you consider far more important?'

'Well, for one thing, breathing.'

'Ah. How could breathing compare to actually choosing a food you actually liked.'

'I did choose. Just with my eyes closed.'

Trouble sighed exasperatedly, but he was grinning. 'I don't think that counts—'

'What do you mean I'm not on the list?' someone yelled from the café entrance. 'Don't you know who I am—hey—look here—look! See him over there? He's with me! So if you would just let GO of me…thank you.'

Holly looked up at the newcomer, gasped, and hid her face in the menu again.

'Mulch,' she breathed angrily, in such a tone of anger that most people would know to stay far, far away.

Trouble was one of the only people in Haven and above that didn't know to stay far, far away.

Among these people were Foaly, Mulch, Monica, Artemis, and the waitress.

These people were, incidentally, the ones that Holly at the current moment was cursing silently under her breath. Even thought the poor waitress had no involvement.

Holly instinctively reached for her Neutrino again, and ended up pointing to the heel of her shoe and glaring again, before getting up and marching over to the table were Foaly and Mulch were sitting.

'What,' she hissed, 'are you doing here, Mulch?'

'Are you kidding?' Mulch replied joyfully. 'I wouldn't miss this for all the gold in Haven.'

Foaly grinned at Holly and tapped the camera. 'Still recording,' he said, as thought greeting Holly casually.

Holly then did something that is not usually done in casual greeting, and stomped on his ankle with her shoe.

She stalked off as Foaly blinked, holding his ankle and looking in pain.

The waitress was standing by trouble when Holly slid into the booth.

'Have you decided what to order?' the waitress asked happily.

'Uh, we'll both have garden salads,' Trouble said quickly, before his date could kill the waitress, which she looked quite ready to do.

The waitress made a note of the order in her notebook, smiled at them, and walked off.

'This food,' Holly began, 'better be the best food I've ever had in my life.'

Trouble was too scared to ask what would happen if it wasn't. There were times when Holly's warning glare couldn't be missed by anyone.

Haha, had a lot of fun writing that, so hope you'll have a lot of fun reading it.

Reviews are still welcome of course :P

Also, writing this date is kinda tricky because I can't think of anything for them to talk about. So I'm probably trying to hard to put humour in the chapters…sorry bout that.

-Tigeress-10