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[diastereomer]

[ After years of watching the sparks fly from strikers and oils accidentally set alight, Yusuf is less interested in the lanterns than what he just saw walk past him. More accurately, what was in the hand of the person who just walked past him.

Kebabs.

You can bet that he sets out after the smell of grilled meat with the fervor of a woman looking for her lost child. He follows the faint charred smell (that Yusuf can, for once in this godforsaken city, say isn't his fault) to a small stall with an already established line.

Even through the charred smell (really, the vendor should clean out the drippings or something...) Yusuf's mouth waters as he takes his place in the line.

He's going to cry if the person who just walked by was carrying a paper cup of boondi laddoos. ]

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[boutant]

[ Ariadne has no idea what boondi laddoos are, but kebabs are recognizable and, more importantly, tasty -- and, most importantly, currently not made of sand.

She's nibbling on hers already as she heads away from the stall, only to notice Yusuf under all the lights and pause. She'd say hi, but her mouth is full, so she waves instead. ]

[diastereomer]

[ Rest assured, if he finds some, they will be shoved in your face Ariadne dearest.

He returns the wave. Should she wander over, he'll eye her kebab ask her what flavor she got. ]

[boutant]

[ Oh. Good...?

Ariadne does, of course, wander over. She's there, after all, and the line is long. Yusuf could use some company. ] Hey. [ This is said right before she takes another nibble. Conversation doesn't mean she has to stop eating.

She might be spending too much time with Mr. Orange. ]

[diastereomer]

Good Evening Ariadne.

[ Few things are sacred around Yusuf, and culinary politeness (or integrity for that matter) don't even make the list. Ariadne can eat where she like and when she pleases, because soon. Soon Yusuf will be joining her in sweet, sweet kebab heaven. ]

Are you a fan of kebabs?

[boutant]

[ On the bright side, she does swallow the meat down before replying. ]

Yeah. We used to go out and get them back home. This is the best one I've ever had, though.

[ There's something to be said for authenticity. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Cap is moving behind him in the kebab line. He doesn't know what a kebab is but it smells really good.]

Excuse me?

[diastereomer]

[ Yusuf looks back- which is to say, up. ]

Yes?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve is smiling and he seems a little, well. Shy about this but]

What exactly are these?

[diastereomer]

[ Honestly, its a simple question that only begs an equally simple answer... but...

Teasing, (because really, the question kind of calls for it, doesn't it?) Yusuf asks, ] Compositionally or... physically?

[punchedhitler]

Well I was really wondering what a kebab is made of, so I guess I would ask compositionally, unless you mean that in an artistic way, because I just need a look to answer that myself.

voice;

[invisibilities]

Are those kebabs?

voice;

[diastereomer]

These are kebabs. [ Funny how kebabs sounds like diamonds. ]

voice; OH SHOOT THIS WAS AN ACTION POST fails 8c

[invisibilities]

I haven't had one in ages.

action; easily fixed! :3 no worries!!

[diastereomer]

Nor have I, which is a tragedy I plan to rectify by the handful.

action; curse my lack of reading skills.

[invisibilities]

I should text Nathan.

[ SPREAD THE WORD. ]

Has this stand been here the whole time?

[signatures]

These people have a rather nice cart right outside my work.

[ Excuse Eames, people behind Yusuf, as he just slides right in line, hands clasping down on the man's shoulders and shaking a bit. If the people behind them shoot dirty looks, Eames only smiles in return.

Line cutters.

The worst kinds of people. ]

[diastereomer]

[ Ten years ago Yusuf might have had a problem with Eames using him to cut in line. Now though, Yusuf is too old and too used to Eames' shenanigans to get worked up about a couple dirty looks.

Besides, there's more important information at hand. ]

You knew of a kebab stand and you never took me?

[ We are so broken up. ]

[signatures]

I'm very sorry. I had several weak and selfish moments.

[ His arms encircle Yusuf's shoulders lightly, peering at the stand's prices. They've gone up a little bit; smart business man, this stall owner. ]

I'll buy you whatever you like to make up for it, hm?

[diastereomer]

[ A nudge of his shoulder against Eames' chest is all the response he gets. They've both had their moments, some worse than others, but they've pulled through somehow or other- enough that the badge of friendship is still intact, if not more valuable for the wear and tear. ]

Your wallet will not thank you for that promise, we both know I have never been a cheap date.

[signatures]

I'm used to paying for my money's worth. [ There's a short, sharp grin on Eames' mouth, arms slipping away as he steps around Yusuf to stand beside him instead. ]

Enjoying yourself?

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[charring]

Wow, these smell like Heaven. [Says the redhead standing in line nearby. She already has a small funnel cake with cherries and powdered sugar in her hand, but she's hungry. Most of the food in her kitchen has become sand so stuffing herself right now seems to be the best choice.]

(sorry so late!!)

[diastereomer]

[ It's nice to know that the Deities aren't out to starve them all to death. If all Yusuf has to do to get some sandless food is go outside- and conveniently find kebabs- well, he's perfectly okay with that. ]

If they taste anything like the ones we have back in Mombasa, they taste like it as well.

(it's ok! backtagging is the best thing)

[charring]

[Charlie grins briefly, picking at her funnel cake.] Think this is the end of the sand craziness? Or just a distraction?

[diastereomer]

It certainly doesn't seem like it can get much worse, now does it?

[ Commiserating over the general crappiness of finding sand in your toothpaste: more common than one would think, in the City.

Also, see: jinxing oneself. ]

[charring]

[How could comments like that possibly bite anyone in the ass? Which is code for Charlie forgot where she was.]

Not really, no. I'm charlie. I forget if we've met before.