fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

Kanan was unimpressed. Which really wasn't a new state of being for him or anything, granted, only in this particular case it was coming from the place of somebody who was really ready for this weekend to be over, already.

And not even because he'd met Kuzco's guest yesterday.

He'd made the mistake of sounding a little too terse that morning when he'd answered the cook's inquiry about his own visitors with an, "I don't have anybody," immediately followed by a sharp look that was intended to portray that he'd rather they let the subject drop. Of course, the Luke's staff never did anything by halves, and instead it turned into a morning of... trying to cheer Kanan up, apparently.

Today's Specials:
Nerf Carne Guisada Burritos
Spiran Caf
Jogan Fruit Cake

The nerf, the cake, and the caf, Kanan would take. He wouldn't even ask how in the world they managed to dredge up the ingredients. But that was where he was drawing the line.

"No, that's okay. I'm fine. Really. You can keep your mother-in-law."

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Because sometimes you just want dinner.

Who is on his third slice of cake by noon.

Look, it was homey, okay?

Darth Vader didn't eat, but he did enjoy looming creepily in the doorway of every room. So here he was, looming creepily.

And here was Kanan, pausing with a cup of caf halfway to his mouth, and kind of... mentally short-circuiting, there. That was an appropriate reaction, wasn't it? Kanan was about 99% certain that it was.

He swallowed. Okay. Right. This was one of those situations where freaking out wasn't going to do him any good, and throwing up a wall of snark was going to do him even less. So he cleared his throat.

"Uh, welcome to Luke's Diner. Can I help you?"

He was going to die. Here. This was how it ended.

There was a long period of measured breathing, and then, finally, a deep, "No."

WELL WASN'T THAT REASSURING?

Kanan cleared his throat, maybe just a touch anxiously, and then... took that sip of caf. If this was how he died, then he was going to die after drinking his caf, damn it.

"Oh. Alright, I'll just leave you be, then," he said, taking a deep breath and working on calming the hell down. He wasn't dead yet. That was... somewhat reassuring, anyway. "If there's anything you need, any of our staff will be happy to help you."

Preferably the ones that weren't Force sensitive and on the run from the Empire. Preferably those.

Mara came into the diner a few moments later, looking as frazzled as Kanan had ever seen her.

"Lord Vader," she said. "You keep...wandering."

"Mara!" Kanan looked about as relieved as he did baffled. And possibly slightly horrified. Was it stupid to look horrified in front of Vader? Maybe he was just used to that kind of reaction. "He's here for you?"

... He wished he could say that there was surprise to go with that horror. But he was getting used to Fandom rubbing his nose in this sort of thing.

"He's my guardian's...right hand man," Mara said. "He's checking up on me."

"You have not exactly been thorough in your reports," Vader growled behind her.

"Reports?"

WHO THE HELL WAS YOUR GUARDIAN, MARA?

NO DON'T ANSWER THAT.

"Please tell me these reports are supposed to be delivered in essay format. With a bibliography and a cover page?"

... Kanan had spent a while researching proper Earth educational expectations when he realized he was going to be teaching here. So sue him.

"Not exactly," Mara said. "May I have a cup of caf, please?"

"Yeah," he said, sighing and flagging down one of the kitchen staff. "A cup of caf for the lady."

He glanced sidelong at Vader.

"... Better just bring out the whole pot."

In case Mara wanted seconds. In case he needed tenths. In case... did Vader even eat? These were questions better left unspoken.

"Thank you," Mara said, eyes a little wide. "It's...been a long weekend."

"I can only imagine," Kanan drawled, his tone dry.

So try.

Tatooine dry.

It helped hide the fact that he was pretty sure his chest was going to explode if his heart beat any faster. It probably didn't hide the fact that he was quietly, carefully taking stock of which exits would be the fastest to get to if he needed to make a break for it.

Mara grabbed a napkin and scrawled out a quick, He's not here for you. Breathe. while grabbing sugar packets.

Kanan, in turn, reached to pour the caf, and - oops - ever so clumsily spilled some on the counter, there. It gave him a handy excuse to reach for the napkin, enough time to read it, and then sopping up the spilled drink had the added bonus of blurring the ink enough that it was illegible.

"My bad," he muttered, throwing the soggy napkin into the trash.

He did relax somewhat. Not entirely. It was difficult to be anything remotely resembling calm when Vader was in the room even if you weren't expecting to be cut down any minute. But... somewhat.

"You need anything else, Mara?"

This offer was not entirely restricted to items on the menu, no.

"Just the extra pair of eyes you give to this meeting," Mara said airily.

Not that she doubted for a second that if Vader wanted either or both of them dead, it would happen, but meeting in a public place made her feel slightly more secure.

Kanan nodded a little, deceptively flippant about the whole situation, himself.

"That, I can do," he said, shooting her a little salute that was about as respectful as his slouch back against the counter would allow. So. Not very. "If there's one thing I can bring to the table any time you need it, it's an extra pair of eyes."

...

Eh.

It's funny because it's ironic!

"Take your time, Ms. Jade," Vader intoned from his seat. "I'm not a busy man at all."

Mara squeaked and went back to their table.

It's okay, Mara. Kanan was going to be right here, keeping an eye on the situation in case anything went awry.

Presumably so that he wouldn't be caught unawares before he died.

He kept himself busy cleaning countertops and tables in the meantime, close enough to hear, but hopefully not close enough to arouse too much suspicion that he was doing exactly that.

He was going to get so drunk tonight. Odds were good that he'd just opt to stay that way. Forever.

I want burritos.

Luke's, Sunday

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