Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had been contemplating blowing off work today. After all, if 'having your dead Master come to visit for a couple of days' wasn't a valid reason to not come in to work, he really didn't know what was. But Master Billaba had insisted, pointing out that in taking this job, he'd made a commitment to be here. And also because she wanted to see what he did with himself these days.

So, there was an extra person at Luke's today, sitting back and looking mostly amused while Kanan navigated the diner, and occasionally raising an eyebrow at the busboy as he speculated about what sort of relationship the two of them might have had.

Welcome to Luke's!
Two Eat for the Price of One, Today!

If by the end of the day the busboy was starting to wonder who kept throwing wadded-up napkins at the back of his head when there was never anybody behind him who possibly could, well, nobody was going to admit to that, okay?

[OOC: Open!]

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Mod Your Service!

[uncertain_dume]

You have a visitor and you want to do some catching up? Here's the place to do it!

Re: Mod Your Service!

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"Papa. Why did you really come back?" Hanna slid into a booth, and after they ordered food - burgers and fries - asked her question. "You don't believe in sentiment."

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[vaterholzfaller.livejournal.com]

Erik grimaced, looking down at his hands. "More than you would expect. I wanted to see that you were well." For privacy's sake, he switched into German.

"But you are not wrong. There are things you should know, about your mother, your father... and there was no time, before."

Re: Mod Your Service!

[hexentotchen.livejournal.com]

"You are my father," Hanna responded in the same language. "...were, my father." She didn't want him to go away again; but she couldn't imagine him in the life she had right now. Just trying to explain everything, her hopes for after graduation, had been hard enough.

Re: Mod Your Service!

[vaterholzfaller.livejournal.com]

"I was. I am." Erik paused for a long moment. "But, you had a biological father. He wasn't worthy of you, or Johanna. His name was Lucas Nilsson." He was quiet again, watching her face, before looking down at his food and picking up a fry. "He was a drummer, in one of the bands Johanna sang in. She was his steady girlfriend. But there were ... others." He made a face of disgust. "She said he disappeared to Luxembourg for weeks, when she told him about you."

Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

Or Depa, if she feels so inclined!

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[death_yet_force]

"The food here is certainly interesting," Depa noted to Kanan. "Don't they have real caf, though?"

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

"I ask myself that question every day," Kanan sighed, shaking his head. "You wouldn't believe the lengths I've gone to in order to even try to get my hands on some. Including but not limited to doing business with a karking pirate."

That had been a mistake.

He only still drank it out of sheer stubbornness. It might be the thing to actually finish the job that the Clones had tried to start.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[death_yet_force]

"I thought you liked pirates," Depa said mildly. "You named yourself for one."

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

"I like them less when they're actively cheating me out of my credits," Kanan noted, dryly. "Kasmir was different."

Gave him a roof over his head and some food. Took him in even after Kanan had made off with the Kasmiri. Taught him how to survive.

"It was a name that fit what I needed people to think I was. So far, it's worked."

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[intotheout]

Tip and the Chief came in for lunch, and Tip waved happily. "Hi, Mr. Kanan. This is my friend Chief Shouting Bear."

"WHAT'S GOOD HERE?" the Chief shouted.

"No, Chief, we like him."

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, the name is apt," Kanan said, blinking and giving Tip and the Chief a smile and a nod in greeting. "I can't fault him for living up to it."

Or maybe he'd earned it. Kanan wasn't going to throw stones either way.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Chief. The cook does a good haddock linguine if fish and pasta is to your taste. Or there are a few soups to choose from. And I'm kind of partial to most of what they do with the chicken."

Because it wasn't so close to nerf as to be almost insulting, the way steak was.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[worstufoever.livejournal.com]

"Haddock linguine, eh?" the Chief said in a much more natural tone of voice. "I haven't had a good pasta in . . . how long have I been dead, Stupidlegs?"

"Three years."

"Plus the Boov invasion . . . well, it's been a long time." The Chief climbed stiffly onto one of the stools at the counter, and Tip scrambled up next to him. "Let's try that."

"I'd like a burger, please," Tip requested.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a little grin at the nickname, but didn't ask about it, reaching for a notepad to write down the order.

"One linguine and a burger," he repeated. "And would you like anything on the side with that burger, Gratuity? Fries, salad, soup?"

... Look at him, doing his job and doing it well. Not that he didn't before, but with Master Billaba sitting within earshot, it was possible that he was overcompensating a little for his usual casual demeanor, today.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[saddeserthermit]

It transpired that every. single. time Obi-Wan left the island to check on Luke, something worrisome was waiting for him when he returned.

When he arrived at the diner, chasing a familiar but long-gone presence in the Force, he was white as a sheet.

"Depa?"

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[death_yet_force]

"Obi-Wan." Depa gave him a bow and a smile. "I hadn't realized you were here as well." She looked him over, then her smile became more genuinely happy. "You survived."

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[saddeserthermit]

"So I did, if barely," Obi-Wan said, and tamped down on his immediate response of you did not. "Your presence here...?" A pause. "I believe I know what this is."

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[death_yet_force]

"Do you?" she asked. She was genuinely curious if he'd encountered this before.

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve had heard the radio reports, and that was why he was looking around all weekend, with slowly diminishing hope, for a certain Sergeant Barnes to make an appearance.

So far, nothing. He slumped into a chair in the diner. Maybe a milkshake would help.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

Oh, Steve. Kanan could practically feel your disappointment.

No, really, he could. It was hard to do his usual 'screw the Force' throwing up walls thing that he often did, what with having Master Billaba around. So he was giving Steve a sympathetic look as he walked over to take his order.

"Long weekend?"

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[heroic_jawline]

Steve nodded, trying to rally a bit. "A little," he admitted. "Think a milkshake will help, though. Do you have chocolate?"

OOC!

[uncertain_dume]

My apartment is HOT and I have my window open to let alllll the winter air in.

Re: OOC!

[heroic_jawline]

Frische luft! Germans always have a window open in the window, the weirdos ;)

Re: OOC!

[uncertain_dume]

Is it because their landlords are trying to cook them alive? IF SO I DON'T BLAME THEM.

Re: OOC!

[heroic_jawline]

Sometimes, yes.