Log: Layla and Sarah, Thursday evening (backdated)

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Layla kidnaps Sarah, finding a nice little restaurant where they can sample all the varieties of pie while trying not to think of recent events.


"Yeah, we're gonna be at," Layla paused, squinting to find a sign, "Dolly's Diner? I dunno what town we're in but I figure you do, right?" She listened to Kurt on the other end of the line, nodding as he spoke. "Yeah, dunno how long we'll be here for. I'll text you every like ten minutes with German words, 'kay?" More nodding and affirmative sounds. "Alright, I'll call again when we leave, too." Layla promised to be safe, in German, before hanging up with her teacher.

Quirking a sort of half-smile over at her passenger, Layla clicked the button to release her seat belt's latch. "C'mon, there are probably like super greasy things and ice cream and pie! And you need pie. SO much pie. Maybe a whole pie. Think you could down a whole one?" She grinned and opened her door to hop out. Layla's general policy had been that if she could be cheerful enough it would maybe rub off on Sarah. And it worked sometimes. Sometimes not so much. But she kept trying.

Dolly's seemed like a fine enough place to Sarah, from the outside anyway. She smiled over at Layla as she undid her own seatbelt and listened about how much pie she apparently needed. "Mmm, I dunno, I think I'll need some help with that one, maybe. Do you know anyone who's hungry by any chance?" She reached for the door to get out, grinning at Layla once more before exiting the car. She was really enjoying the time away from the school, it'd been too long since she'd been much further away from her own or Layla's bed since their return.

Layla, of course, did not answer. She instead came around the back of the car and up behind Sarah to wrap her arms around the shorter girl's waist. "I will eat all the pie you don't eat. But you need to put in real effort first. Because it's not your birthday if you don't eat way too much sugary food." She grinned and planted a kiss on Sarah's cheek. It was possible Layla was a bit proud that Sarah was smiling and she clearly wasn't thinking about the past few weeks. Mission totally accomplished, she thought as she let her arms loosen and slip away from the brunette. A hand caught Sarah's as they headed for the door into Dolly's. "I'm pretty sure it's like a rule, even."

Of course there was no fighting from Sarah when the blonde girl put her arms around her and hugged her. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Layla be a bit clingy and somewhat mushy in their time together, especially recently, but it always put a smile on her face. She hugged her back and grinned even more at the kiss on the cheek. Heading towards the door, she squeezed Layla's hand as she took it in her own before opening the door inside with her other hand. "I think you're right, and even if you're not I'm not about to argue with you here." By her accounting they were all owed about 500,000 sweet treats after all they'd been through, give or take. "Hmm, I guess we just seat ourselves?" There was an open booth over by one of the windows to which she pointed.

"Uh...maybe?" Layla glanced around and caught the gaze of a waitress behind the counter. She simply nodded and gestured to the booth Sarah had talked about so Layla assumed she had heard. "Yep, 'pparently." She followed Sarah over to the booth and let her girlfriend pick which side she sat on. Layla figured Sarah could be twitchy about putting her back to the door maybe because she heard sometimes people got like that. So she waited to see while looking around. "They have six kinds of pie," she noted rather happily.

Sarah did in fact take the seat that was facing the door, but not because of any superstition or anything like that, it was just the side closest to her once they'd made their way over to the booth. Sitting on the side of the bench, she started to scoot on in before tugging on Layla's sleeve, indicating that her girlfriend should sit on the same side of the table as she did. Normally she'd be content with the standard one-across-from-the-other set up but it was her birthday after all and, to be honest, she'd gotten so used to being by Layla's side it'd feel weirder not to sit that way.

"Six kinds?" She let out a low whistle, looking around for a menu to see what kinds those were exactly. "I don't know if I can eat six slices though, that's kind of a lot."

"Can you eat three?" Layla slid in after Sarah, stretching her legs out so her feet rested on the edge of the bench across from them and leaned against the brunette. "Because, you know, in theory, we could get one of everything and then just like share 'em all. Unless some of them are gross. We can skip gross ones. Like...uh....I have no examples but I am pretty sure they exist." Spotting the menus falling down the wall behind the napkin holder, Layla reached across her girlfriend and snagged one to lay it out in front of them both. "Oooh, french toast."

"Maybe, if I try real hard." She hadn't been eating all that much since getting back, thanks to a loss of appetite being one of the symptoms of her uneasiness. The idea of pie, however, was always appetizing, and since it was her birthday and they'd drove all this way to have some then she had to at least give it a shot. "Yeah, I think I can do that." Sarah wrinkled her nose up at Layla's words. "French Toast pie? What..." She looked back down and saw that the other girl was in fact looking at the regular menu now. "Oh, heh. Nevermind."

Layla reached over and patted her girlfriend on the head. Yeah, she was fuzzyheaded and yeah she was hiding that under one of Layla's baggy knit hats, but Layla was trying to not try to avoid it or make a thing out of it. She'd already told Sarah that she was totally Natalie Portman hot without her hair, but she wasn't sure if Sarah actually believed her or not. "Yes, normal french toast. I have a weakness. I can admit it. That weakness also totally includes those breakfast sausage things. Because they are awesome." Yet she flipped the menu over to find the pie section. "But we're obviously on a mission here so I'll try not to get all tangenty with my whole Layla-loves-breakfast binge."

Sarah was trying hard to not have too negative a view of herself in general after Genosha, so it was harder than normal to accept that she might be Natalie Portman hot as Layla put it, but she definitely appreciated her girlfriend's efforts. She was particularly fond of the knit hat and wore it more often than the other hats she'd amassed in the last little while. "Ooh, sausage links I think, right? Breakfast food is pretty awesome, I can't hold you at fault for being a fan when I'm one myself." She nodded, thinking about pancakes too which would be awesome, but Layla was right, they were there for pie. "It's ok, promise, but yes, pie!" She eyed the menu, there really were some good selections there. "Alright, I think I'm up for the try-them-all idea. Do you think they'll give us a prize if we in fact eat one of each?" She pondered that, thinking of tv shows and the like where people had their pictures taken and put on a wall somewhere for eating some ridiculous sized piece of meat or whatnot and wondered if Dolly's had something like that, only for pie.

"We'd probably need to eat like an entire pie of each for that. And then we would explode. And that would be messy. And Herr Wuschelig would need a wheelbarrow to get us back home." Speaking of...Layla glanced at her phone and decided it was close enough to ten minutes. She texted her teacher with the beginning of a chocolate cake recipe. In German. "We could get pie and sausage. Because...it's sausage! And sausage goes with everything! Even pie!"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right, so there's no hope of that." She'd rather not explode because that would be messy and... ugh, thoughts of explosions came back to her mind then, making Sarah frown for a handful of heartbeats until she shook her head. "No, no explosions, please." She forced a chuckle as she watched Layla send a text. "Pie and sausage? Oh dear. I mean... not with pie, I don't think. Not for me anyway, you can go ahead though, Lay-Lay." She grinned at the little pet name and patted her girlfriend on her hand.

"Aaaaand that just means..." She paused for dramatic tension. "More for me!" She shot her girlfriend a grin and slid the menu away from them in the universal whenever-you're-ready-waitress sign. "I mean, it's not like I'm gonna go and like layer sausage on the pie. There will be sausage. And there will be pie. And they will be separately consumed. Maybe with a milkshake as like a, uh, whaddyacallit? A palate cleanser? Yeah, one of those. Mm...milkshake. Are you going to smack me from all the sugar? 'Cause I feel like that is a totally valid response to have. Just so you know." Layla had more or less been wired on sugar for days. It helped distract her brain from things she couldn't do anything about that she didn't want to think of. In a weird way, it helped her focus on Sarah instead of herself. ...which was probably going to annoy the living hell out of her girlfriend eventually. But Layla had really good intentions. Really. She didn't know how to help other than offer distraction and her fabulous big spoon skills.

Sarah grinned at her antics, nodding in agreement. "More for you indeed. But yeah, be careful, sausage and pie do not go together well, I don't think. Just pie for me, though ooh, a milkshake sounds like it'd go delightfully well with that." It'd been awhile since she'd had one and what better drink to have with several servings of dessert than a beverage that was sort of a dessert in and of itself? "No smacking you, I promise, even if you have been a little hyper lately, hon." Sarah giggled and reached down to squeeze Layla's hand again, holding onto it this time while they waited for someone to come and take their order. The hyperactive thing might've been a bit annoying to others but having all that attention lavished on her really had done the trick, accomplishing Layla's goal of distracting Sarah from thinking about Things for the vast majority of the time. "Maybe I'll get a chocolate one, that sounds fantastic right about now."

"You said 'delightfully,'" Layla snickered. "Oh, it's so cute when your channel your inner little old lady!" She grinned and squeezed Sarah's hand under the table even as she nudged her with her shoulder. "And you can still steal my sausage if you change your mind. Because I am an awesome girlfriend that way."

Layla cut herself off when the waitress showed up for their order. She didn't look all that convinced that the girls would finish six pieces of pie between them but Layla assured her that she was a bottomless pit even if Sarah wasn't. The sausage order also got something Layla was hoping was amusement but was probably more like 'oh, gross.' Either way, their order was in and Layla leaned over to use Sarah's shoulder as a pillow. "I think we should run away and join the circus."

"I did, it's a word, silly." She chuckled just the same and shook her head at her girlfriend. "Alrighty then, I'll remember that when the food comes." Sarah didn't think she'd really want to try any but just in case she did she'd remind Layla of her words.

She smiled at the waitress who took their unique order, making sure that she got a chocolate milkshake ordered for herself. Reaching up as Layla leaned on her shoulder like a pillow, Sarah stroked her blonde locks a little as she laid there. "A circus huh? What would we do at a circus though?" Maybe she could help operate the lights or something but there wasn't that much that she could see herself doing of any value to a circus, not at first blush anyway.

"I've been learning the trapeze," Layla reminded her, eyes falling half shut. Why was people playing with your hair always so relaxing? "You could like command all the lights and machinery and stuff. Because the lights and the music all have cues, right? Or you could be the girl who stands around with an apple on her head for the guy with the throwing knives or the bow and arrow to hit. Or, um... I dunno what all there are at circuses actually. I've never actually been to one. Maybe they will teach you to be a lion tamer. Because that would hot. Or you could sell tickets. Or you could be a fake psychic!"

Sarah considered that for a moment. "That's true, I suppose. Or ooh, I could operate one of those booths where, you know, you guess people's weight, maybe make it pop up on a display somewhere?" Her powers would allow her to do that, even from a distance now since returning home, something she'd been working on and seeing just how much more she could do now. "Though I don't really know how to guess people's weight, so that could be a problem." Sarah frowned. "Your idea with the lights and machines and stuff could work though, yeah. Hmmm." She poked her for the lion tamer comment, with a smirk on her face though, and continued playing with her hair until the food arrived.

"Maybe they can have like trick mirrors or something. Stuff so when they look in the mirror they 'see their future' or something? And then you can use your powers to play a specific scene or something. So then it's like not totally random, you can try to like pick it based on the person. Do they even have stuff like that? If not they totally should. Or like a weird fucked up house of mirrors where the mirrors play tricks on you and you can watch people go through and make some mirrors look like hallways when they aren't and shit. That one would be cool, actually." Maybe Layla should open her own circus. ...Right after she robbed a bank for the start up cash.

"Ooh, yes, that's something to consider too." Sarah hadn't been to a circus in a long time so she had no real idea if they had anything like that there or not, but if not then it sounded like a good idea to her. "It would be very cool, we'll have to look it up when we get home I think." Before she could say anything else their food arrived, the waitress bringing out a huge tray that had all the pie, Layla's sausage, and the drinks on it. As she put it all down in front of them Sarah made a mental note to leave her a big tip, and at the same time made a note that this wasn't such a bad birthday after all as she squeezed her girlfriend's hand and prepared to dig in.