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fandomtownies2016-11-27 10:12 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2016-11-27 10:12 am
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Luke's, Sunday
Kanan was reasonably certain that he'd missed some kind of holiday a few days back. Again. He seemed to have a knack for that sort of thing. This week he came in to the staff putting away pieces of paper with their hands traced onto them, decorated to look like some kind of fat bird and colored crudely with crayons.
And poultry. So much poultry.
He'd quickly been informed that the poultry in question wasn't chicken, and was, in fact, turkey. Which was traditional. And that this marked the beginning of a proud tradition of eating nothing but turkey for roughly the next month.
Today's Specials:
Anything, so long as there's turkey in it.
"What a weird karking holiday."
Luke's was open. Kanan was perplexed. Water was still wet.
[OOC: Open, and OCD free here, too!]
And poultry. So much poultry.
He'd quickly been informed that the poultry in question wasn't chicken, and was, in fact, turkey. Which was traditional. And that this marked the beginning of a proud tradition of eating nothing but turkey for roughly the next month.
Anything, so long as there's turkey in it.
"What a weird karking holiday."
Luke's was open. Kanan was perplexed. Water was still wet.
[OOC: Open, and OCD free here, too!]