Part one, the appetizer:
Begin at the fish and chips place you hear is all the rage though oddly it’s entirely empty at 12:30 p.m. on a Friday. (That’s fish day, no?)
Consider leaving until the oh-so-lovely server tells you that Fridays are funny, sometimes busy, sometimes not, that dinner is when things really get hopping and that, “believe me”, she should know because she has worked there for “twenty five long years”…
Order a plate of fries and enjoy the art.
Get lost in the beauty of entire walls covered in scenes of nautical joy.
Dig into the fries as you draw up plans for the invention of an electric toothbrush you call The Squiggly (instead of vibrating it squiggles, obvs) (possibly cat shaped) and discuss A Wrinkle in Time, which the thirteen year old tells you is the first book written in third person that she has liked.
Be a little stunned that she knows about third person.
Part two, the main course:
Head to the Mexican place for tacos.
Try all the hot sauces offered.
Notice the table behind you is is talking about Vancouver at precisely the same time you are talking about Vancouver. Talk about Calgary instead.
Part three, le dessert:
Hint…. DQ is right next door.
Discuss what sports you are bad at and how you don’t care.
Discuss your dislike of certain kinds of shellfish. And liver.
Discuss how you are both practically vegetarian but not quite.
Discuss how one of you is considering becoming an actual vegetarian.
Discuss how only just this xmas one of you gave an actual vegetarian
a lucky fish.
Discuss the word serendipity.
Part four, the libation:
Decide that The L’il Organic Kitchen is possibly your new book club meeting space (except in summer when you will meet at the beach and eat fries from Jenny’s chip truck.).
And that the first book will be Maud, by Melanie Fishbane.
For the thirteen year old… orange, lime, pineapple and strawberry power juice.
For you, warm coconut milk with turmeric, cinnamon and ginger.
Chat includes things you regret having done.
You— among other things, stealing wax lips when you were nine.*
Thirteen year old— accidentally eating her birthday candle.**
* Lips remained stolen for exactly nine seconds. Turns out you weren’t made for a life of crime… (you left them on top of the mailbox outside the store and ran all the way home).
** The candle remains eaten.