#crescendogen2

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

Line Cook: Oh, shit--

Nat: Everything okay over there?

Line Cook: Yes, chef. It’s just -- table forty-two ordered the fish, but with parsley sauce, and I put the mint on anyway--

Nat: Table forty-two?

Line Cook: That’s what the ticket said.

Waitress: Are you kids ready to order?

Wisteria: I think we’re ready... I’ll take the chicken?

Ari: Caesar salad.

Abricotier: Could I have the poisson du jour, haricots verts, and... would it be possible to change the mint sauce to parsley?

Waitress: The chef doesn’t like to take special requests.

Abricotier: We are friends of, um, Mr. Adams? He said the service has gone downhill, but we did not expect this--

Waitress: ...I will ask the chef.

Until next time, Amaranth

Wisteria: What are you always writing in that diary of yours?

Amaranth: It’s a journal, and it’s private.

Wisteria: My mistake. [yawn] I think I’m going to bed. Goss said I have to be up early for something tomorrow... Isn’t it about your bedtime, too?

Amaranth: Nope--

Apple Blossom [off]: Amaranth! Have you brushed your teeth? It’s almost bedtime--

Amaranth: ...never mind. Guess I’m going to bed, too. Night, Wisteria.

Server: ...your meals--

Wisteria: Thank you!

Server: Is there anything else I can get you at the moment?

Abricotier: At the moment... no, I think we have everything we need.

Server: Excellent. The chef will be out shortly.

Abricotier: Pardon ? The chef will be out--?

Ari: This is... not what I expected.

Wisteria: It isn’t?

Ari: I expected something... fishier?

Wisteria: Oh -- sorry to disappoint.

Wisteria: Oh -- I’m sorry -- we could have gone somewhere else--

Abricotier: C’est pas grave. I can find something.

Ari: Will Monsieur Crescendo find lunch somewhere else?

Wisteria: I guess so. I think I heard Mr. Maguire saying they were going to go grab sushi and some drinks and talk about... whatever things painters talk about. Oils and watercolors I guess.

Abricotier: You said your mother worked at the museum. Do you really have no interest in the arts?

Wisteria: Not in painting. More of a writer.

Wisteria: No, I don’t think so...

Fugue: You’ve got to be one of Adina’s girls. Adina Lilac? You look just like her.

Wisteria: Oh -- really? Everyone always said Ya-Ya was the one that looked like Mom.

Fugue: Well, you definitely can’t deny she was your mom. God, you look just like her--

Gossamer: You knew Adina?

Fugue: Briefly. We lost touch years ago, but... yeah, I knew her. Ran into her every now and then here at the museum, but -- sorry -- where are my manners? Fugue Adams. I’m... the money, basically.

Wisteria: I’m Wisteria. And this is -- um, my dad, Gossamer Crescendo. And Abri and Ari are exchange students staying with us for the year.