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Kanan had arrived to work early, today. Earlier than any of the rest of the staff. Why? Sunday pancake damage control. The staff had been somewhat disappointed when they showed up to find Kanan already there, standing guard over the flour with a stern look on his face.

"I'm not saving the busboy from being crushed to death by pancakes three weeks in a row."

The staff tried to bargain with him, but he pointed out that he knew what a waffle was, they had those back home, too, and he wasn't going to be catching a stack of anything if it went tottering out of control today. It took them a good twenty minutes, but finally they negotiated a daily special that seemed to appease everyone.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Steak, Spinach, and Mushroom Crêpes with Balsamic Glaze.
Spinach, Artichoke, and Brie Crepês with Sweet Honey Sauce
Lasagna Crêpes with Ricotta and Spinach
Herbed Crêpes with Eggs, Swiss, Ham, and Browned Butter
Pumpkin Crêpes with Beer, Cinnamon Apple, and a Chocolate Drizzle
Chocolate Amaretto Crêpe Cake
Crêpes Suzette
Lefse

"... A crêpe is just a flatter pancake, isn't it?"

The cook whistled innocently, and then got back to making more.

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He's eating crêpes. Because it's either eat them, or throw them at the cook.

"Lasagna crêpes!" Jenkins was out wandering again. "What will they think of next?"

"Odd combination, is it?" Kanan... really had no idea. He offered the guy a wry little smile. "Admittedly, I was mostly just impressed at how many combinations they had in both sweet and savory. I had no idea those things could be so adaptable."

In fairness, he'd had no idea that the things even existed before this morning. So.

"Oh yes, the simple, humble grain flour has proven itself extremely versatile." Careful, Kanan. Jenkins could wax poetic -- and usually vaguely disturbing -- about food for quite some time. "I couldn't possibly choose -- which of these combinations would you recommend?"

"I suppose that depends on whether you're here for a meal or dessert," Kanan replied, looking thoughtful. He took desserts seriously, okay? That and caf. Damn Earth and its caf deficiency anyway. "Or if you want something in the middle. The spinach, artichoke, and brie with honey sauce is a good happy medium, there. Otherwise I'd suggest either the steak, spinach, and mushroom, or the chocolate amaretto cake."

No, really. He took dessert very seriously. And it was nice to actually know enough about the local food to be able to make recommendations, too.

"... I probably could have narrowed that down a bit more," he conceded, after a moment.

"You've reduced the total number by more than half," Jenkins said. "No small feat, I'm sure. I believe I am in the mood for some dead cow and forest fungus. And a glaze of double-fermented grape juice. Delightful. Steak, spinach, and mushroom it is."

"Good choice," Kanan replied, nodding and writing down the order. "Can I get you something to drink with that as well?"

"Do you have any of that carbonated fructose?"

There was a long pause.

"... Soda? We have plenty. A variety, in fact. Cola, orange, grape, cream soda, cherry, or the misleadingly named root beer or ginger ale, neither of which are anything like beer or ale."

He'd checked. It had been a sad moment of realization in Earth 101 for Kanan.

"Yes, it's interesting how language and traditions have developed such oddities. Humanity has a fondness for naming things after what they appear to be visually, rather than their chemical contents -- with ample room for interpretation, after all. Just ask a Frenchman what he calls a potato." Don't get him started on the French, Kanan. His father was French.

Look, Kanan didn't know these things.

"What does a Frenchman call a potato?"

They were nothing like apples, France. Nothing.

But then, neither were pineapples.

"Pomme de terre. Literally 'apple of the earth'. Of course, no Frenchman ever saw a potato until about the sixteenth century. Still, I never was quite sure if they were being particularly dense naming the thing, or if they did it deliberately to annoy the English."

"The French and English don't get along, do they?"

Seriously, Kanan was not from around here. He at least had a healthy curiosity about how this world worked to keep him going.

"What a remarkable talent for understatement you have," Jenkins said. "They coexist well enough as allies right now, but it would be almost easier to count the times they weren't at war with each other, over the last thousand years."

It got really old.

"Pretty sure it only counts as understatement if I already know the answer," Kanan decided, shrugging his shoulders. "Still, that's interesting. I'm going to have to read up on that. Is this a mutual animosity thing, or was one or the other a clear aggressor in all of that?"

"Depends on the year," Jenkins said. "You've really managed to miss an entire millennium of western history? What are they teaching you all in schools these days."

"Millennium? Nah, I've definitely missed way more than that. And not just western history, but the history of the entire planet. I'm picking up what I can, but Earth history goes back a while."

Okay, so recorded Jedi history alone went back even farther than the recorded history of Earth, period, but his point still stood.

"I'm not from this galaxy. There's a bit of a learning curve."

"You're an alien." Pardon Jenkins, Kanan, you were the very first he'd ever met. Just a few years ago he was ranting at a Librarian about how UFOs didn't exist. (Not that the existence of Kanan disproved that theory in the least, if you asked him.) He was just going to lean in reeeeeeeeeeal close and hold hand up to poke you in the arm. "Is this some sort of humanoid disguise, or are you part of an extremely coincidental parallel evolutionary process?"

Kanan was going to just... raise an eyebrow, there, as his arm was poked. He'd take it in stride all the same.

"My best guess is it's something like that second one," he replied, shrugging it off. "We speak the same language, some of us use the same alphabet. Hell, we even call ourselves human back where I'm from. I haven't had any chance to see if we're any different from the humans of Earth on a genetic level, but truth be told, I wouldn't know what I'm looking for anyway."

And in all honesty, he didn't care enough to try to figure it out.

"For what it's worth, there are much less human-looking sentient species where I'm from, too."

"Fascinating." For once he really, truly meant that, too. "I have so many questions I hardly know where to start. I -- don't suppose it would be possible to gain a blood sample."

Was that creepy? That was probably a little bit creepy. If Baird were here -- or any Librarian except possibly Flynn, who definitely had his moments -- they would try to smack him and tell him off for being creepy.

Hooboy.

"I, uh." Okay, it was a little bit creepy. Even Kanan was feeling the creepy coming on, here. "Tell you what, I'll think about it. You'd probably see some things that aren't even entirely usual by my galaxy's standards."

Oh, midi-chlorians.

"But there are rules about that sort of thing in a place where food is served."

This, fortunately, was true.

"Ah." Jenkins looked around, hand raised thoughtfully. "Yes. Of course. Perhaps another time then." He actually would like t o get some data on the genetic similarities between Kanan and a standard human creature. "How long have you been on Earth, then?"

"Since the summertime last year," Kanan replied. "I took an unexpected detour on the way to work one morning, courtesy of a stray portal. I've had my ship parked up on the MCA roof since."

The useless piece of scrap that it was.

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