Chapter 6. Yea here is chapter six. A little random but interesting and yes I know father's day was yesterday. I am writing this story in real time and the chapter that goes with a certain day gets posted the following morning so just go with it please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kate or Abby.
Spoilers: It is still AU.
Kate and Abby had both donned dresses for that night because they were going out to dinner at a fancy French restaurant. Actually as Kate thought about it, the term 'fancy French restaurant' was irrelevant. She had never actually been in French restaurant that was not fancy. She had always sort have assumed that they came in a set. Years of loving Paris with out actually having been there had probably reinforced this vision. She had created dozens of glamorous visions of France without ever having anything to disprove any of it. It was a fairly expensive restaurant but the food was really good.
Anyway, today was a special occasion. Today was father's day and they were celebrating that by taking Andrew to his favorite restaurant. Abby had spent the best part of two hours that morning having an IM conversation with her father. She would have called but both her parents were deaf, which made phone conversations difficult. IM was pretty much the best she could get and while it was not ideal for a father's day conversation, it was what she had.
They were greeted at the door by a waiter and were led to their table. Abby and Kate took the two seats facing towards the window. Anna and Andrew took the seats facing out over the room. Delilah took the last seat that was left. It faced the corner, but she could look at the other people at the table so it did not matter.
Kate scanned the menu. She had been here once before so it was easier for her to sort through the mix of French and English. Abby had never been here so it was a little more difficult for her. After a few minutes of squinting at French lettering, Abby turned to Kate.
"This is your friendly neighborhood Spanish student speaking," Abby told Kate in a quiet undertone, "asking for suggestions on what is good."
Kate rolled her eyes a little that. Kate did not bother to point out to Abby that she too had taken Spanish last year. "There are two things that I like," Kate said reaching over to point at Abby's menu. "The duck with fruit sauce and the steak with red wine sauce."
"Well that's simple," Abby replied, "You get the duck. I get the steak. We steel each others food."
"Excellent plan," Kate commended her friend setting the menu down on the table, "given that we steel each others food no matter what it is."
"Hey I never want to miss out on good food," Abby defended herself, "and you do it too."
"That would be why I said 'we' steel 'each others' food," Kate pointed out, "instead of saying 'you' steel 'my' food."
"Right," Abby replied. Kate and Abby turned to the other three at the table and joined in the conversation.
"So why do you think someone decided to eat a lobster in the first place?" Andrew asked the table at large. No one at the table was at all fazed by the randomness of the conversation. That was just the general way that dinner conversation went.
"Maybe they were really hungry," Kate offered up.
"They were on a bet," Abby suggested.
"Now that sounds likely," Delilah agreed, "I bet you ten pieces of shell that you can't each that red thing with the claws."
"Maybe the Native American's ate it first," Anna contributed.
"You may be on to something," Andrew told her, "Maybe the Native's gave one to the pilgrims and told them it was good. Then they go and laugh until the pilgrims eat it and think it is good."
Kate and Abby exchanged a look. "Guinea Pigs," they said together.
"Come again?' Anna asked.
"They pilgrim were guinea pigs," Abby explained. Anna and Delilah exchanged a confused look.
"The Native used the pilgrims as guinea pig," Kate elaborated, "if they had a substance they wanted to see if it was good or deadly, they gave it to the pilgrims and told them it was food."
"That is plausible," Abby agreed, "at least it is what I would do."
"Who are your pilgrims," Kate asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. It's not you," Abby assured Kate though the tone of her voice attested to the opposite.
"Right," Kate said slowly, "Actually I have no problem if you give me some of that steak."
"I don't have any steak," Abby told Kate. She indicated this by pointing down at the empty table in front of her.
"You're about to," Kate said jerking her head to the waitress coming up beside them.
The waitress passed out the various plates of steaming hot French food and then went back to the kitchen. Abby cut a few pieces off her steak and then place one in her mouth.
"That's really good," Abby told Kate as soon as she had swallowed.
"I know," Kate said nonchalantly reaching over and stabbing a piece of Abby's steak, "It deserves an award."
"Hey," Abby exclaimed when she realized a piece of her steak was gone, "You took a piece of my steak."
"Yes I did," Kate replied calmly, "Duck?" She cut up a strip of the duck on her plate and pushed a piece to the side of her plate near Abby.
Abby reached over and forked the piece of duck. She had never had duck before and so she examined it for a long time.
"It's dead," Kate assured her, "I promise." Abby ate the bite of duck.
"Okay that is really good," Abby agreed, "Can I have some more?" Kate shook her head and slid another piece of duck across the plate. Abby reached to stab it but Kate still had her fork on top of it. Abby looked at her.
"Steak," Kate told her. Abby sighed and cut another piece off the steak and Kate removed the fork. "Was that so hard?
"Yes," Abby muttered under her breath, "I like steak."
"So eat your steak," Kate told her.
"I like duck too," Abby argued, "so you should give me both."
"Funny," Kate said with a smiled, "but no. The duck is mine."
For those of you who have never had duck it really is that good. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter. Please review.
