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fandomtownies2017-01-29 08:43 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2017-01-29 08:43 am
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Luke's, Sunday
"Why the karking hell are there so many pancakes?"
There were a lot of pancakes in the kitchen at Luke's today. A lot. Dozens upon dozens of them, all stacked haphazardly in towers of precariously balanced fluffy goodness all over the counter space.
"Well, we got this really big breakfast order, and I was listening to that new Mouth Moods album and just... found a rhythm."
One of the doom-stacks of pancakes toppled over, and Kanan just barely managed to throw up a hand and hold it in place from across the room before it could crush the busboy to death.
"That's great. Get rid of them."
Today's Specials:
Pancakes.
Pancakes with everything.
Please eat the pancakes.
On the upside, with enough berry compote and whipped cream, a stack of pancakes was basically just a cake. Which meant that Kanan had a whole damn cake to himself, and he could pretend that it was a proper meal if anybody gave him a side-eye about it.
On the downside, the busboy kept looking at him in hushed awe from across the diner for the rest of the day.
There were a lot of pancakes in the kitchen at Luke's today. A lot. Dozens upon dozens of them, all stacked haphazardly in towers of precariously balanced fluffy goodness all over the counter space.
"Well, we got this really big breakfast order, and I was listening to that new Mouth Moods album and just... found a rhythm."
One of the doom-stacks of pancakes toppled over, and Kanan just barely managed to throw up a hand and hold it in place from across the room before it could crush the busboy to death.
"That's great. Get rid of them."
Pancakes.
Pancakes with everything.
Please eat the pancakes.
On the upside, with enough berry compote and whipped cream, a stack of pancakes was basically just a cake. Which meant that Kanan had a whole damn cake to himself, and he could pretend that it was a proper meal if anybody gave him a side-eye about it.
On the downside, the busboy kept looking at him in hushed awe from across the diner for the rest of the day.
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Talk to Kanan!
OOC!