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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan came into work today to find the Luke's staff all speculating about what kind of teen they had each turned into the weekend before. Naturally, his mere presence was enough to have them all zeroing in on him.

Kanan stood there somewhat uncomfortably as they all threw around their suggestions.

"A circus freak," the dishwasher suggested, looking at Kanan speculatively. "Oh! Or a pirate!"

"No way," the busboy countered. "Clearly he was a regular student type. He's just overcompensating for years spent being boring, now."

This seemed to mollify the rest of the crew, who then went on to discuss just how many hours Kanan must have spent doing completely mundane things like homework and brushing his teeth before ultimately cracking and becoming the roustabout grouch that was standing before them today.

This suited Kanan just fine.

Today's Specials:
Smoky Turkey and Sweet Potato Chili
Pumpkin Spice Latté Tiramisu
Hot Cranberry Tea

"See, look! He's going back to his boring student roots by trying the pumpkin spice!"

Sure, yes. That was it.

[OOC: Open! And I'm around allllll day.]

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The staff might guess at what you were last weekend. Unless you're already a teenager. And they might just guess at what you are now.

Kanan is going to enjoy his pumpkin spice dessert. And maybe even express his thanks to Anakin later for the recommendation.

So, things after the picnic had been a little unexpectedly busy for Sarah. Complete with a sudden trip to London and all. So there hadn't been much time for drinks. Or anything more interesting than drinks, either.

But she was back now.

And Luke's happened to be along her route on a walk around town, so. Hey. Might as well drop by, when she spotted a familiar face.

"Pumpkin spice?" she drawled, in lieu of an actual greeting. "It's that time again?"

Oh hey - Kanan knew that drawl, if vaguely. He glanced up from his dessert (Kanan was a fan of dessert and would shamelessly enjoy anything sweet or fruity if he had the opportunity, so sue him), and gave the owner of that familiar voice a smile and a nod.

"Apparently so. This is a seasonal thing?"

Look, when you had a whole galaxy to import food from, 'seasonal' didn't always matter so much.

Sarah gave a snort. "More like a seasonal obsession, from what I can tell. Bloody yanks seem to love it. But not enough to have it all year 'round. Fuck knows why."

Please, Sarah, like you didn't understand seasonal things. (She just didn't understand pumpkin spice.)

"I have no idea what a yank is," Kanan shared, but he was chuckling and shrugging his shoulders a bit. "But Skywalker is the one who suggested I try it. Sort of."

He'd been a teenager at the time. They both had been. Broody ones, for different reasons.

"It's... not bad. Not sure I'd choose it over something else if there were two desserts on the specials board today, though."

Sarah shrugged a shoulder. It was as lopsided a gesture as her little smirk was. "Well, dessert's a dessert," she rasped. "Could actually go for one of those, right about now."

"Oh yeah?" Kanan returned that lopsided smirk with one of his own. "The tiramisu, or did you have something else in mind?"

The menu was very flexible that way.

"Think I could start off with the tiramisu, and see where that leads me."

Sure. That worked.

"Pumpkin spice and all?" Sorry, Kanan couldn't resist the urge to tease, just a little. "Yeah, we can do that."

He gave a little nod to one of the serving staff, who scurried off to grab the dessert.

"So, how've you been since the picnic? I don't think I've seen you around."

Sarah rolled her eyes – clearly not at him, but whatever she was about to say next. "Had to visit the old country." Yeah. That. "Unexpected hero business I couldn't get out of. It was bullshit, as usual."

Still, it'd been nice to see her friends again. But like she'd admit to that.

"The life of a hero is never quiet, huh?" Kanan gave a little nod at that. Yeah, he knew how that went. Not that he'd admit as much outright. The pool of people who looked at him and thought 'Jedi' was still mostly limited to other Jedi, these days.

... And Doctor Lecter. But that was the island's fault.

"You look like you're more or less in one piece, at least. It went about as well as can be expected?"

"It was mostly boring and bloody pointless administrative stuff," she replied with a sigh, as she finally took a seat at the counter. Thanks, SPA. "Renewing licenses and the like."

Yeah, her world was a little weird.

...

"That was not the sort of hero business I had been thinking of," Kanan admitted, after a pause. "They're licensed where you're from?"

"Thanks to a little thing we call the Superpower Registration Act," Sarah drawled, "yes."

Sure, it was more about licensing people with powers, but with the way her world happened to be built, that equaled to heroes.

... Well, also villains.

"You need to register superpowers." Kanan's eyebrows were steadily creeping up his forehead. "I suppose that sort of thing is easier to keep track of if you're just dealing with one planet. Still seems like, uh, a bit of a pain, though."

"Yeah, it's bullshit," she replied bluntly, as was her way. "It's not for our good, it's for the the good of the 'public' ––" Yes, sarcastic finger quotes included. "–– however the fuck that's supposed to work. But what can you do?"

Protest, maybe, but she was too lazy for that.

"I don't suppose keeping your powers a secret is an option?"

Asking for a friend.

Of course, that was about the time the tiramisu arrived. Kanan sat back as the waiter offered the plate to Sarah.

"Way too much trouble."

The hiding. Not the tiramisu, which she gladly accepted. With a 'thanks' and everything.

"Also," she added, "not really the kind of a choice available for everyone to begin with, anyway."

"Some powers are more difficult to keep a secret than others," Kanan mused. "Especially if the person who has them hasn't really learned how to control them yet."

He gave Sarah a wry smile.

"Or if people know about them already, huh?"

Something like that. "If your parents happen to be the biggest bloody superheroes in the country," Sarah scoffed, dryly, "no one's fucking going to believe you don't have powers."

Not that Sarah had ever minded that. She'd never given a single shit about who knew she was powered and who didn't.

"I guess that would complicate things in that regard somewhat, yes," Kanan allowed, then sort of cleared his throat a bit. The more you knew, huh? "Family business, then?"

Kanan had never known his family. How these things worked was sort of a stab in the dark, here.

That was okay, Sarah didn't really know how normal people were supposed to do it either. She shrugged. "Tried it as a family show for a while, didn't stick." Translation: she'd purposefully driven her father absolutely bonkers with her antics. Because he was a bastard and deserved to suffer. "Been making my own way ever since."

Well. Give or take a LadyTrouble team-up or something. Whatever. She was digging into the tiramisu.

"Okay, this is decent."

"I wouldn't be eating it if it wasn't," Kanan replied, smirking faintly. "If I'd known pumpkin spice was an obsession around here... I probably still would've tried it, just to see what the fuss was about. I won't deny that. But I'm not going to let the staff serve something on my watch that isn't actually edible."

He had standards, hidden deep down, somewhere in there.

"Solo acts are the easiest to keep a handle on anyway," he added. "That's been working out for you?"

There was that crooked smirk again.

"I've been a guidance counselor on this rock for years now, so how do you think it's going?"

"About as well as my current career shipping dangerous goods between a planet and the moon we're mining," Kanan guessed, smiling wryly. "So, are the students driving you barvy yet?"

Because he suspected that at least a few of them were putting forth their best effort to drive him up a wall.

"Eh," she replied, shrugging, another small spoonful of tiramisu making its way up from the plate to her mouth. "Mostly, the little brats don't come to me much."

She was also terrible about regular office hours, so that may have played into it.

"So they're all right, I s'pose. Some are really fucking stubborn, though."

"Oh, I've met some of the stubborn ones," Kanan offered with a shake of his head. "Tell them to do something quietly, and they'll start smashing chairs."

Dante.

"Wound up rearranging an entire curriculum once to keep every lesson on flying under the radar from turning into a hands-on demonstration in why we don't solve everything with hitting."

And then he'd thrown them at a rancor. Because so there, that's why.

"Hitting's a fine way to solve things, though."

Was she serious or trolling?

Probably the latter.

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Kanan chuckled. "I've solved plenty of things with hitting. There's a whole gang back on Gorse that has it out for me because I busted a horn clean off the head of their leader when he made the mistake of trying to mug me. But in that particular class, the whole point was not to call attention to yourself."

Sarah shrugged at that like she didn't fully see the point, but was accustomed to the idea that some people would prefer that route. "Dunno if anyone really does that where I'm from, if I'm honest," she admitted. "The spandex set, not really famed for their subtlety."

In hindsight, the Jedi hadn't really been super great at that one, either.

"Not everybody can rely on their superpowers to keep them out of danger," Kanan noted, wryly. "I'm sure they're useful, but there are situations where they just aren't an option."

Like when those powers were the thing that would give you away, if you were being hunted down ruthlessly and systematically for the crime of being a member of an order that was very well attuned to the source of them.

"Depends on the powers, too," Sarah replied, and that was her agreeing. Fuck knows there were many people in the lot back home who should've relied more on sneaking and less on one of the shittier, more pointless powers.

Her smirk turned wry in its own, cynical kind of way. "Anyway... Care for less depressing topics of conversation?"

"I will never turn down less depressing topics of conversation," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulder. "I try to avoid being dour for too long at a time."

At least he did when he had somebody around, or when he was sober. Speaking of...

"So, are you still up for drinks sometime?"

"Of course."

It was something like the one thing she had to look forward to, at the moment. So, of course.

Also: "Doesn't look like I'll be taking any surprise trips off the island anytime soon. Again."

Edited 2016-09-21 19:19 (UTC)

You and Kanan both, Sarah. You and Kanan both.

"And my nights are open for the foreseeable future," he noted, in that ever so casual way that wasn't so much suggestive of a man who was desperate to have a social life again as it belonged to a guy who lived with Cecil and needed to not be in that apartment every night, squinting at the blood stone circle and wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "So whatever evening is good for you, I'll probably be available, myself."

He was so available.

"Next Sunday?"

Yeah, she wanted to go out with him and probably do other things with him as well somewhere slightly more private, because she was so available, too. But, she didn't want to seem overly eager.

Or, she thought she should try and get some actual work done over the week as well. It was hard to tell with her.

"Sounds good to me," Kanan replied. "After I finish up here, then?"

It sounded pretty much perfect, honestly. But Kanan didn't want to sound overeager, himself.

Sarah even cracked half a smile. "Works for me."

You know, because she was easy. (That wasn't what she meant, but, let's be real here.)

And so, they had a date set up.

I am trapped under a cat.

I fear I might starve here.

Tell my story.

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