Chapter 7: You Can Only Fool a Pylean Once
Lorne sighed; a host's work was never done. Steeling himself, he turned to appease yet another unruly customer. "I apologize for the inconvenience, ma-Good golly, Miss Molly!" he jumped back.
"Nice to see you too, Lorne," Cordelia said.
"Lorne just stared."
"The great Krevlornswath speechless; I never thought I'd see the day," she smiled.
"Give a guy a break, would ya? Last time I checked you were still playing Sleeping Beauty in the high rise," he hugged her. Then looking at Angel and Wesley, "You think some people would let a friend know about this kind of development."
"I left a message," Angel defended weakly.
"All those resources he has and all he does is leave a message," Lorne clucked.
"So I don't have to prove that I'm really me?"
"Who are you talking to?" he acted offended.
"Well, Wes and Angel here wouldn't believe I was me until I gave them some fashion commentary."
"I have talents they'll never have," he winked. "Besides, chicken, you can only fool a Plylean once."
~*~
After a brief conversation with the kitchen staff, warning them that the customer was always right, managed to procure a new basket of cheesy fries for Cordelia.
"I'm sorry about that whole trying to kill you thing, Lorne," Cordelia said when she had finished up the basket. While she had been busy eating, Angel and Wesley had filled him in on Cordelia's awakening and the new prophecy.
Lorne shrugged. "No harm done. But if you promise to not sing in my presence for awhile, I think we could call it even."
She hit him playfully. "I'm not that bad."
"I love you, darling, but every time I hear 'The Greatest Love of All' I cringe. Might be because of the horrific visions it gave me when you sang it too," he grinned.
"Not the fact that it was completely off key?" Angel put in.
"You're one to talk," Wesley mumbled.
"Hey!"
"I have to agree with him, Angelcakes," Lorne nodded.
Cordelia's face lit up. "I say we join forces and prove them wrong. They won't laugh long when our first record goes platinum."
"If that isn't a sign of an apocalypse, I don't know what is," Wesley commented to Lorne.
Cordelia looked at Angel, and he nodded. They got up and started to head to the stage.
Lorne pulled them back. "Please don't," he begged. "I'd like this Caritas to last longer than a month."
"Well, I suppose I am a little out of practice, what with being in a coma for four months," she gave in.
"So about the prophecy, any ideas, Lorne?" Wesley changed the subject.
"Not much more than you all got out of it," he shrugged. Lorne turned to Angel suddenly, "Wait, didn't you tell me you're ex's sister wasn't always around?"
"Who, Dawn?"
"Didn't she used to be some mystical energy thingy?"
"The Key," Wesley interjected. "Dawn would definitely qualify as one of the 'two who should not be.' I'll have to see if anything similar has happened."
Cordelia and Angel realized it at the same time and looked at each other. Who else should not be? Maybe the child of two vampires?
Lorne sighed; a host's work was never done. Steeling himself, he turned to appease yet another unruly customer. "I apologize for the inconvenience, ma-Good golly, Miss Molly!" he jumped back.
"Nice to see you too, Lorne," Cordelia said.
"Lorne just stared."
"The great Krevlornswath speechless; I never thought I'd see the day," she smiled.
"Give a guy a break, would ya? Last time I checked you were still playing Sleeping Beauty in the high rise," he hugged her. Then looking at Angel and Wesley, "You think some people would let a friend know about this kind of development."
"I left a message," Angel defended weakly.
"All those resources he has and all he does is leave a message," Lorne clucked.
"So I don't have to prove that I'm really me?"
"Who are you talking to?" he acted offended.
"Well, Wes and Angel here wouldn't believe I was me until I gave them some fashion commentary."
"I have talents they'll never have," he winked. "Besides, chicken, you can only fool a Plylean once."
~*~
After a brief conversation with the kitchen staff, warning them that the customer was always right, managed to procure a new basket of cheesy fries for Cordelia.
"I'm sorry about that whole trying to kill you thing, Lorne," Cordelia said when she had finished up the basket. While she had been busy eating, Angel and Wesley had filled him in on Cordelia's awakening and the new prophecy.
Lorne shrugged. "No harm done. But if you promise to not sing in my presence for awhile, I think we could call it even."
She hit him playfully. "I'm not that bad."
"I love you, darling, but every time I hear 'The Greatest Love of All' I cringe. Might be because of the horrific visions it gave me when you sang it too," he grinned.
"Not the fact that it was completely off key?" Angel put in.
"You're one to talk," Wesley mumbled.
"Hey!"
"I have to agree with him, Angelcakes," Lorne nodded.
Cordelia's face lit up. "I say we join forces and prove them wrong. They won't laugh long when our first record goes platinum."
"If that isn't a sign of an apocalypse, I don't know what is," Wesley commented to Lorne.
Cordelia looked at Angel, and he nodded. They got up and started to head to the stage.
Lorne pulled them back. "Please don't," he begged. "I'd like this Caritas to last longer than a month."
"Well, I suppose I am a little out of practice, what with being in a coma for four months," she gave in.
"So about the prophecy, any ideas, Lorne?" Wesley changed the subject.
"Not much more than you all got out of it," he shrugged. Lorne turned to Angel suddenly, "Wait, didn't you tell me you're ex's sister wasn't always around?"
"Who, Dawn?"
"Didn't she used to be some mystical energy thingy?"
"The Key," Wesley interjected. "Dawn would definitely qualify as one of the 'two who should not be.' I'll have to see if anything similar has happened."
Cordelia and Angel realized it at the same time and looked at each other. Who else should not be? Maybe the child of two vampires?