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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan was wearing his jacket today to work. The long, heavy duster that he'd permanently borrowed from the Boards during Dr. Lecter's attempted-wedding-turned-Halloween-party. It was warm, which was a great counterpoint to the cold outside, sure. But that wasn't why he was refusing to take it off. Of course the staff, all clad in horrible sweaters of their own, were all taking it upon themselves to speculate as to what his shirt had turned into that made him willing to broil alive the entire day, rather than just shuck a layer and suck it up with the rest of them.

So far, the guesses ranged from fairly tame (is it a reindeer? with an actual light-up nose?) to outright absurd (it's a naked woman! it's a naked man?), but nobody had ever really come close. And Kanan, who around noon had started making excuses to head into the freezer to get things for the kitchen, wasn't giving them an inch either way just because the island thought it was funny.

Today's Specials:
Half off your meal if you guess at what's on Kanan's shirt!

"... I'm not getting involved in this. Do we need more frozen berries?"

The cook looked dubiously at the growing pile of thawing food on the counter that he was going to have to put to use already.

"No."

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The food is fantastic! And there's berry sauce on nearly everything it makes any sort of sense to put berry sauce on.

When he ventures out from the freezer again.

"The hell're you emptyin' out my freezer for?"

Eliot's own island-provided sweater was pretty low-key, but still pissed him off pretty well. (He was average height, dammit! It wasn't his fault everyone on this damn island had to top six feet.) He was too used to the island's version of holiday cheer to bother giving much of a shit.

Oops. Caught in the act. Kanan paused, a bag of blueberries in one hand, and gave Eliot a sheepish look.

"... For an excuse to go into the freezer, mostly," he admitted. "I was supposed to clean it out for you eventually anyway, wasn't I?"

"And why're you lookin' for an excuse to be in the freezer?"

He could always try feeding the polar bears.

"Because I'm wearing too many layers," Kanan muttered, bunching up his shoulders slightly. "The freezer mitigates that slightly."

Just slightly. It really was a heavy jacket.

"There is no way your sweater's really that bad."

"Depends who you're asking," Kanan countered. "Where I'm coming from, it really is that bad."

Come on, Kanan. You had two pieces of a lightsaber clipped to your belt. You'd busted the thing out several times in the past couple of weeks. The loth-cat was out of the bag by this point.

"You've noticed you ain't where you come from anymore, right?" Eliot said. He'd get it if Kanan ever explained it properly -- he was a survivor of a purge, gone into hiding, the words on the shirt could be a threat to his life -- but Kanan wasn't that good at communicating.

"Yeah," Kanan sighed. "Yeah, I know."

He'd gotten that memo, at least. That wasn't really convincing him to pry off the jacket yet.

"I'm not even in the same galaxy. I've been made very aware that I'm being overly cautious, at this point."

"Well. Just so long as you know." Eliot was giving you that look again, Kanan. That "you're an overgrown fifteen year old" look. "So -- there a reason why you had to chose the heaviest thing you own to cover the thing with?"

Force, Kanan hated that look. He wrinkled his nose at Eliot, and then attempted to kind of hide behind the collar of the coat without letting it be terribly obvious that he was trying to hide behind the collar of his coat.

"The heaviest thing I own is basically the only thing I own," he confessed. "So far as jackets go. Dr. Lecter subjected me to the 'getting proper winter gear' thing, but this is kind of my first round of Earth winter. The wardrobe isn't exactly full."

"Am I not payin' you enough to go shopping?" Eliot asked. "Ya want multiple options in this area. It'll roll from jacket- to parka-weather in the matter of a couple hours." Eliot's eyebrow crept up as he got an idea. "This sweater, it too big to be covered with a scarf?"

Hardison had a metric ton of decorative scarves that wouldn't require going in and out of freezing weather to stay comfortable in.

"I still don't really know what to expect of winter here," Kanan pointed out. "So far, the best I've gotten out of anyone is 'cold, with a side of marshmallows.'"

So, that was useful.

"... And I guess it depends on the scarf. I might be able to get away with it. Maybe with some creative wrapping..."

"It can be 70 degrees out with two feet of snow on the ground," Eliot said. "Winter weather in this area . . . bounces." He nodded to the freezer door. "You put the stuff that's still frozen out here away, and I'll go see what I can find."

Kanan frowned thoughtfully, then nodded and started gathering up the things he'd pulled out of the freezer. Say one thing for starting to reconnect with the Force; his balance was better than it had been in years, and it had always been pretty phenomenal.

"Works for me," he replied, testing another bag of... peas, apparently. Okay, bagged peas, back into the freezer with you. "And... thanks, Eliot."

"No problem, kid." They were getting along too well there for a second. "Do me a favor next time, and find yourself a coping strategy that doesn't waste a buncha food."

He smirked and headed off. For all that Hardison could barely even look at this place these days, he still had plenty of stuff lying around. Kanan was going to have his choice of decorative scarves.

[Hardison's things modded permissibly]

"Oh, come the frak on!"

Yeah, Kanan was never going to take being called 'kid' well. Never. But at least by this point it was almost like their equivalent of bonding. Or something.

It was totally bonding. Eliot didn't bother teasing people he didn't like.

He came back downstairs with two options and tossed them to Kanan the next time he made his way out of the freezer. "We can try 'em in my office if you like. Hate to ruin the staff's specials by givin' the secret away."

Kanan caught the scarves, looked at them thoughtfully for a moment, and then nodded.

"This knit one will probably work," he decided. "And then I can do some creative sleeve rolling, that should take care of what's going on there."

Seriously, this sweater was committed to being a billboard of Kanan's Jedi-ness.

"It's got junk on the sleeves?"

Seriously, this island had issues.

"It's committed," Kanan confirmed, sighing as he made his way for Eliot's office. "The pattern goes almost all the way down, but if I can obscure some of it, that works for me, too."

It was better than cooking to death. He'd take it.

"Seriously man." Eliot closed the door behind them. The office was a decent size. And rather more full of bladed weapons than was typical for a restaurant management office.

Also, darts.

"What is so terrible about this sweater? I figured it just said somethin' wrong, but the pattern's an issue?"

Weapons, darts... Yeah, it seemed homey enough to Kanan, anyway, who was shrugging out of his coat and looking down at the sweater in question.

"It's... very Jedi," he muttered, looking down at the large assortment of Jedi insignia scattered liberally down the front. The Force text was bad enough. The rest kind of cemented it. "It probably doesn't even mean anything to most people, but..."

He shrugged. It wasn't easy to look at, for him. Not that Kanan was going to admit to the heartache.

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