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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan had managed to leave the dog behind in the apartment today for his shift at Luke's by sneaking out while the puppy was sleeping, and had made do with coffee from the Perk again this morning because Obi-Wan had made him more than a little paranoid about what the contents of the caf Hondo sold him might actually be. So, with those two things in mind, he'd more or less broken even on the morning in general.

Except for how half the staff were now giving him a hard time for not bringing the puppy along.

"Oh, come on, guys. We serve food here!"

Today's Specials:
Reuben Dog
Salted Dark Chocolate Almond Bark
Puppy Cupcakes
And free dog treats to all doggy visitors today!

Kanan just sighed and shook his head as he got to work, but he was fairly certain the staff was giving him dirty looks whenever his back was turned.

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Hot diggety dog!

Who has no dog with him today. The nerve.

I'll be off and on all day today, for some country music thing I got voluntold into. SP is the name of the game!

Eliot stopped by with Val. Because he was nothing if not a smart-ass.

"Heard you got yourself a dog."

... The universe was conspiring against Kanan today, wasn't it? Kanan's gaze flicked to Val, and then he laughed and shook his head.

"People keep assuring me he's a dog," Kanan agreed, shrugging his shoulders. "He's not like any dog I've ever seen before, though. He's got the floppy puppy part down, but he's also... spotty?"

You really had to see these spots, Eliot.

Eliot shrugged. "Plenty of dogs come with spots." Oh Eliot. Think of where he got this dog.

"I doubt you've seen a dog with spots quite like these," Kanan countered, smirking. "There's no mistaking this dog for any other dog out there. Trust me."

"Aw, lookit you," Eliot teased. "All 'my dog's not like any other' already."

Val yipped in agreement. Or possibly in demand for a snack.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm biased," Kanan chuckled. "Tell you what, Eliot. You take over for me for five minutes, and I'll get him, show you what I mean."

Dog was probably driving the neighbors nuts crying for Kanan by now anyway.

Eliot nodded. "Eh, sure, why not. It'd be good to get Val a new dog friend anyway."

"And... Dog," appropriate title pending, "could definitely use the expertise of a dog whose dogness has never been called into question."

Kanan shrugged as he headed for the door.

"Back in five."

And it was actually only four before Kanan reappeared, puppy trotting along merrily behind him.

That dog was not what Eliot had been expecting, no. He'd trained under the greatest grifter in his world, but even Sophie probably would have blinked at Dog.

Val, on the other hand, didn't give a lick what color Dog's spots were. She rushed on over to say hi, sniffing and wagging up a storm.

"Right," Eliot said after a moment. "You got 'im on that wacky psychedelic world, didn't ya."

"What was your first clue?"

Please excuse Kanan for looking so smug as he watched the two canines sniffing and making each others' acquaintance. Giving Eliot a moment's pause was an accomplishment and he knew it.

"Though it's probably more accurate to say that he got me. I just gave up trying to lose him once we left that place."

He was not a subtle pet for a man who was on the run, really.

"Somehow I ain't guessin' you tried real hard," Eliot said, giving Kanan a knowing look. "Still, congrats, man."

Kanan smirked and rolled his eyes, but he wasn't about to disagree. So now he had some weird furry rainbow creature that people insisted was a dog. This was Kanan's life now. Kanan and the dog with no name. Mystery dog. Ninja dog. Dog of technicolor shadows.

"Thanks," he replied. "Next step, figuring out how to train an alien dog."

He was really going to have to just suck it up and get all Jedi at the little guy, eventually. Today was not that day.

"Or, uh, naming him."

Sorry, Dog.

Eliot snorted. "That second one ain't s'posed to be that hard."

"You'd think that," Kanan replied. "But you're talking to a man who takes names a little too seriously, and who takes excruciatingly long to come up with them, when left to his own devices."

Months. He'd gone by 'kid,' much as he hated the word, for months. Dog was doing pretty okay so far, by comparison.

"Well, longer you take, harder it might be to train 'im, ultimately," Eliot said. "Answerin' to their name is one of the most important things to teach 'em."

Kanan sighed and muttered something rude under his breath in what was probably Huttese. The Hutts had some fairly all-purpose curse words, after all.

"Of course there's that, too," he admitted. "Maybe I'll set a hard deadline on it, then. Give it another few days, and even if nothing clicks, whatever name I hate the least by then is the winner."

It was a better proposition than loosely scrambling the syllables in somebody else's name after months of being nameless. Not that he'd ever done that before. Really.

Honest.

"He'll just have to live with it."

"He ain't real likely to care either way, you know. What's important is that it comes from you."

"So, call me sentimental," Kanan replied, smiling wryly. "Or call me the kind of person who cares entirely too much about what combination of syllables I'm yelling at a rainbow alien dog while we're walking through the park and he decides to harass the pink birds or something."

"Flamingos," Eliot said. Because it was apparently important that Kanan get the name of the pink birds right.

Hey, at least he recognized them as birds!

"Right," Kanan agreed, pointing a finger at Eliot. "The pink ones."

It was entirely possible that he knew full well by now just what those birds were called, too.

"Val likes to chase them, too," Eliot said. "You know, her name comes from when I finally adopted her. She fussed at me for a week, but finally won me over on Valentine's Day."

"Some kind of Earth holiday?" Kanan guessed, pursing his lips thoughtfully for a moment. "I don't think I have a story like that for this guy. 'Friday?' 'The day we left the place with the eye-searing colors?' 'The Fifth?'"

These were really not quite as inspired as 'Val.'

"Earth holiday, dedicated to lettin' people know love 'em." It was just a little bit shmoopy, yes. Eliot shrugged it off. "Just sayin', name can come from anywhere. Don't have to just grab one at random. 'Sides, I think Friday's a perfectly good name."

"Friday can go on the list, then." Kanan smiled. That smile was the smile of a man who was about to admit something ridiculous. "Because there is a list."

A beat as he pulled out a decently long strip of receipt paper he'd liberated from the till, with Aurebesh scrawl covering it from top to bottom.

On both sides.

"It's a long list."

"Good lord, man." Eliot shook his head. "You're overthinkin' this."

"I am, I know." At least he could admit as much? To his credit, he wasn't reaching for a pen to scrawl 'Friday' on the paper, too. "But I don't want a name I feel ridiculous saying, and halfway through writing down ideas I just started writing my shopping list. I'm not actually going to name him Toothpaste."

Which, he supposed, probably would have been more clear if he was writing in any script actually found on Earth.

"You probably wouldn't be the first," Eliot said. "Look, just stop stressin' about it. Whatever you pick, you'll get used to sayin' anyway. Hell, give him an ordinary name from your galaxy, if it'll keep ya from feelin' silly about it. Name him after an old friend you miss as a, like, memorial."

Kanan paused at that, and then looked thoughtfully down at the dog again. He couldn't give the pup the names of any of the Jedi that he'd grown up around. That would be a dead giveaway, with extra emphasis on the 'dead' if he ever walked by the wrong Imperial. But there was one person...

"... How do you feel about Stance, buddy?"

The look of surprise on Kanan's face when the pup actually paused in playing with Val long enough to look at him and bark was pretty clear. He supposed the dog was just responding to being talked to at all, but he couldn't exactly complain about the results.

Eliot's eyebrows went up and he nodded. "Looks like that's a winner."

"That bark was just coincidence," Kanan announced, because for the sake of his sanity it pretty much needed to be. "But yeah. Looks like Stance is the winner."

And he hoped that Eliot would excuse him a moment to just kind of stand there and smile like the big dork he secretly actually was.

"I have a dog."

Well. Sort of a dog. It was vaguely doglike, at least by Earth standards. That would do.

Eliot was basically married to one of the biggest dorks in the multiverse. Kanan was just being kind of adorable.

"You've got a dog."

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