1964-05-16 - Stuffing Face
Summary: Kai chats with Lambert and Lamont over delicious Greek food.
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Theme Song: None
kai lambert lamont 


Lambert is out the back, and the restaurant is nearly closed, but…well. The right people just get gestured through by a tired waitress. Lambert stares "How do you survive a _plane_ crash?" he says, in confusion, and then he admits "I have never wanted for much. But. My father…he is sort of…he looks younger than me now. The only reason my grandfather looks old is that he is _thousands_ of years old, a gnarly old goat. Sometimes I love how…energetic they are, how delighted in everything. And sometimes I hate it. I have to pay my father's tax bills. I make sure they get vaccinations. No one in my family is an adult, but me."

*

"Luck," says Lamont. He's in a blue dress shirt, dark pants, and his high cheekbones are flushed with drink. "Just luck. Or fate. I was unconscious when they found me. I woke up in a room a few days later. They'd healed me. But they can't raise the dead." Then he eyes Lambert, over the rim of the glass. Almost puckish himself. "I never wanted for anything material. I'm the son of two wealthy families, and the only child of my mother. My half-brother inherited nearly everything from my father, like the estate, but….I got the house here. Most of her resources here. She was the daughter of one of the robber barons."

*

Kai is one of those people! Mainly because he asks if he can go back there and swears he knows the owner, and look at those bright blue eyes. So soulful. "Hello?" he calls, and he smiles as he sees who's there. "Bertie, Mr. Cranston. I didn't know you two knew one another. Is it okay if I lurk back here? I'm absolutely starving to death." He's had an emotional evening, and now that everyone is sleeping at home, he needs some gyros, man.

*

"There was never that much money, but…my family were always good at charming others," says Lambert, a little wryly, and then he stretches, before reaching out to refill the wine "Oh ho - I see. Hmm! That's complex. I wonder what it is like being there - I should like to climb in the mountains…" As Kai comes in, Lambert grins at him "Haha, yes we…know each other fairly well. Would you like some wine to start with?" And he pushes over a platter of freshly baked bread with salt and oil "Let me help you out there."

*

And noticably, Lambert's goaty-elfy ears are visible. A bit like Kai's, actually, but furrier.

*

Lamont looks over, startled. But not displeased. "Indeed," he says, lifting his wine bowl. "Nor I you. Good to see you," he adds, pushing out a chair. To Lambert, he nods. "It's….pure. Vast. So close to space it's as if all the petty little things of the world are scrubbed away. Glorious. Some day, I'll return. But ….not for a while."

*

Kai sits and helps himself to the offered bread, dipping it in salt and oil. "You are so groovy," he tells Lambert. "Thanks, man. I'm a starving artist." He tilts his head as he notes the ears, but then, with the eyes, it makes a certain amount of sense. "I'd love some wine," he says. "Chef's choice; I'm partial to them all." He tells Lamont, "I heard there was a to-do in Greenwich Village last night."

*

"It sounds fun to run up," says the person who was complaining earlier about his parents being childish. But he grins, and given that they are alone? He eases forward to pull out a substantial fluffy goat-tail from his pants. _Ahhhh_. Crick crick. And then he says to Kai "I know, but you are going to sing here occassionally." And he is pouring out his satyr-brewed wine for Kai, in a bowl. Everyone has lovely hand made pottery bowls "Oh?" says Lambert "I had a doctor's appointment. That reminds me. I need to find a mutant doctor."

*

There's the rill of nightmare, that icewater trickle. Lamont's cold-blooded, but ….even he has his fears, the mouth-drying, throat choking horrors. And for a moment, he's back in it, all burning canvas and wood, that sensation of falling, like Icarus, as punishment for human arrogance. "Something extradimensional testing the locks," he says, matter of fact, for all that the gray eyes are haunted. "Strange dealt with it."

*

Kai takes the bowl of wine and croons, "Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea…" He's up on all the modern hits. He takes a drink, and his eyes lid with pleasure. "I love it here," he says. "I'm sure you'll find one," he tells Lambert. "They're all sorts of people." His brow furrows as he looks to Lamont. "Sounds dreadful," Kai says. "Good thing we've got him, isn't it. I'll have to come buy with some scones for tea. "My friend came home a bit scraped up."

*

"Strange? The man who did not eat my food, but took it home to his…daughter? Wife?" asks Lambert "The one I called a rude boy?" Well, never mind. Lambert will mother just about anyone. Even Dr. Strange. Though he shoots a long look at Lamont. _Huh_. Lambert's eyes narrow quietly "_Well_," he says "It isn't coming to eat _here_." And he fastidiously cleans his hands with his chef's cloth, severe. And then he says to Kai "I'll give you something from the kitchen to take to him. Oh dear! Not your good friend, Loki?"

*

There's a moment of….something. Like an old wound twinging. "Yes," he says. "Thank God for Strange," he adds, without a hint of irony. "Gentlemen," he says, rising. "IF you'll excuse me. I need to get some air." And….not have a nervous breakdown here in the courtyard.

*

"Girlfriend," Kai supplies. "And he doesn't eat very much. I don't think I've ever seen him eat." Kai has no such difficulty. He scoffs down bread like he's got a hollow leg. "But if you give me food from the kitchen, I'll make sure it gets eaten." He nods then to Lambert. "Yeah, Loki. He's okay though, don't worry about him. Tough as nails, that one." With a boyfriend who can heal him. He blinks owlishly at Lamont. "Oh, okay. We'll catch up soon, all right? I'll buy you a beer." With whose money is a good question.

*

"Loki is a girl?" asks Lambert in confusion, and he watches Lamont worriedly, and then says "Why don't you head up to the flat - it is safe there, eh?" And he slaps his leg, and then he says to Kai "I can't trust a man that doesn't eat." Sniff sniff. Lambert does laugh "You have to sing here on a friday - but I will feed you, Kai, if you sing." He waggles his wounded hand at him "By the way - this is what that silly paper reported as a decapitation."

*

"Girlfriend," Kai supplies. "And he doesn't eat very much. I don't think I've ever seen him eat." Kai has no such difficulty. He scoffs down bread like he's got a hollow leg. "But if you give me food from the kitchen, I'll make sure it gets eaten." He nods then to Lambert. "Yeah, Loki. He's okay though, don't worry about him. Tough as nails, that one." With a boyfriend who can heal him. He blinks owlishly at Lamont. "Oh, okay. We'll catch up soon, all right? I'll buy you a beer." With whose money is a good question.

*

"Loki is a girl?" asks Lambert in confusion, and he watches Lamont worriedly, and then says "Why don't you head up to the flat - it is safe there, eh?" And he slaps his leg, and then he says to Kai "I can't trust a man that doesn't eat." Sniff sniff. Lambert does laugh "You have to sing here on a friday - but I will feed you, Kai, if you sing." He waggles his wounded hand at him "By the way - this is what that silly paper reported as a decapitation."

*

"What?" Kai look up from his wine. "No, I meant Strange's lady, who he brought the food to." While Lambert leads Lamont upstairs to let him lie down, Kai wolfs down more bread, then drinks more of his wine. "I like this place," he murmurs to no one in particular. When Lambert arrives, he smiles at him blithely. "I'll sing on Friday," he says. "I don't work that night." At a rival restaurant. He eyes Lambert's hand. "What happened?"

*

Lambert takes the bandage off, then pauses "Is he really called 'Strange'?" he wonders to Kai, and then he shows the man his hand - it has a healing wound with black stitches and ridged skin on the back "Knife accident - someone broke in and threw one of my pottery casks of wine at me while I was chopping things, then threw a chair or something as well. Broke other things on the way out." He grimaces, and he says "Good! I like that you like it - please. Be yourself here."

*

"Doctor Strange," Kai says. "Honest to goodness, man." He inspects the hand. "Woah, the food critics here in New York are vicious. I don't know why they're complaining, your food's far out, man." He sprawls where he sits and finishes off his bowl of wine. "Myself would murder a gyro."

*

"I''ll get one for you," says Lambert, easing up and taking his betailed self back to the kitchen. He can lean out the window, after all, to call out to Kai "Haha! You have a funny sense of humour. But I was not very happy. Perhaps a bit scared? I think you may be more powerful than me…"

*

"My super power is not owning a restaurant," Kai calls back. "Hey, why don't I come back by tomorrow and I'll take another look at your hand. I've got one hell of a first aid kit, but not with me." Besides, working on Bucky left him tired earlier. "It's the least I can do."

*

"If you want," says Lambert, who is making a gyro in there. Or, as he calls them - souvlaki. With garlic sauce. He makes sure there is plenty of meat in the home made wrap, and he brings it out and offers it to Kai "Always makes me feel slightly odd cooking lamb," he comments "But if you would take the stitches out…"

*

Kai takes the offered wrap and says, "Again, you're the grooviest." He has quite the appetite, and he tucks in with gusto. His features make some interesting contortions of pleasure as he eats. "Sure," he says around a mouthful of lamb he feels not the least bit odd about eating, "Tomorrow, I'll be here after I get up, and we'll take care of the whole thing."

*

"Thankyou," says Lambert, and he means it "I don't want to go see a doctor again. I don't know really what the 'right' vitals are for me, eh?". He pats his thigh, and then he laughs, good naturedly, at Kai's face "You are quite the card, aren't you? Lots of good humour. And sneaky, too! You are all feelings, Kai."

*

Kai says, muffled around the gyro, "I'm feeling really good now that I've got something to eat." No manners, this one. He does take a break though once he hits a certain point of fullness. Then he settles in to picking bits out of the wrap to eat as he chats. "You're a good guy, Bertie. You say such nice things. I wish I had half your talent in the kitchen. I can sort of make eggs and bacon if the eggs are scrambled."

*

Lambert refills Kai's wine, and then he says "Eh, you say that. And so do some others. But I find it a little…hard to hide who I am, sometimes. And it makes me feel resentful." He frowns, but then his expression clears and he says "I can maybe sing - if you cover your ears and pretend! We all have different talents. Why are you always so hungry? Do you get enough to eat normally?" A frown, now.

*

"I love food," Kai says. "And I go without sometimes because of money." Of course he metabolizes like a nervous, coked up hamster. "Blending isn't all that," he adds. "I mean, sure, it helps in a lot of ways to fly under the radar, but then you're just walking around with this… this selfness inside of you, and everyone who knows you believes a lie of omission." He smiles wryly. "We all got our thing, man. That's just the way it is."

*

"How do you cope, though?" says Lambert, slowly "No, I do need to hide things - I mean, not from you, at least, not how I look. But my people don't, ah, handle. Romance and other things as humans do. Oh, lord, listen to me - I _am_ a human, I'm mostly human!" He shakes his head "It's very confusing," he admits to Kai, and then he says "Yes, my inner self…well. Never mind. I _am_ making friends here. I am." He purses his lips and looks at Kai with his own weird eyes "I hate that people go without."

*

Kai shrugs and says, "I just do, because life hasn't offered many alternatives. You carve out your little place, and you make it what you want it to be." He smiles, though now that he's eaten, his lids hang low. He stretches, then says, "I should head back to my little place. I worked hard tonight, believe it or not. I want to be there when I wake up." He gets to his feet and stretches again. "But I'll come by tomorrow and help you."

*

"Thanks," says Lambert "I don't know, hmm. I am trying to carve out something for others too, but…" Whatever he was going to suggest, or say? He keeps it close to his chest instead, caution rearing its head "Hmm. You, work? Never."

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