Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan had put some serious consideration into just not coming in to work today. The fact that he was clearly not the only person on the island who had been afflicted with a serious case of body dysphoria this weekend was basically the only reason he was sucking it up and heading in for his shift at Luke's.

Back in his own galaxy, what with being on the run and all, being in the completely wrong body might almost be a blessing in disguise. Here it was disturbing and inconvenient. And he had to wear Hera's clothes, which fit him just nearly enough to still annoy him whenever they pulled oddly or squished at something they weren't supposed to. And mostly he just wanted to stay at home and wrestle with his dog until this went away.

Instead, he figured he'd do the next best thing:

Today's Specials:
Desserts.
Any and all desserts.

And if the cook decided to put his time into making pancakes instead of brownies or something fruity and with entirely too much whipped cream on it, Kanan was going to knock the damn stack of pancakes over on top of him personally.

[OOC: OCD is for people less lazy than I am, but so totally open.]

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[heroic_jawline]

Steve came in and then paused, confused. "I thought this was Kanan's shift."

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"Every Sunday," Kanan agreed, sounding minorly disgruntled. "And he very nearly didn't bother coming in today, either."

Very nearly. But here he was. With some kind of strawberry and cream concoction in front of himself that, let's be real, he'd be eating today even if he wasn't currently in a weirdly feminine body.

[vdistinctive]

You know what was a good way to deal with temporary-but-severe body dysphoria? (Other than how he'd spent all day yesterday dealing with it, that was.) Going out and enjoying how much better you were dealing with it than other people.

Sorry, Kanan. That meant you got a very smug (and very butch) Eliot in the diner today.

"Hey darlin'," he greeted, grabbing a seat at the counter and folding his arms over his (very firmly bound in sports bras, ugh) chest. "Thought this place usually served pancakes on Sundays."

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"Ugh," Kanan muttered. "No. I threatened to mutiny."

Or bury somebody alive under them. Which was practically the same thing.

"This weekend is a dessert weekend. I've decided." He paused and added, "and so help me, it isn't darlin'."

He almost actually preferred 'kid.'

[vdistinctive]

Eliot tipped his head in a small nod. "Habit," he said. "I call most everyone presentin' as female 'darlin'' at some point or other." He raised an eyebrow. "You dealin' okay?"

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Kanan took a moment to look down at his third helping of strawberry shortcake. And then he kind of wrinkled his nose and shrugged, making a so-so gesture with one hand.

"On a scale from 'inexplicable bead rain' to 'being turned into a tooka,' this is way farther down the tooka end than it has any right to be," he sighed. "And I think I'll still take this over being turned into a kid again. That doesn't mean I'm enjoying it at all."

[vdistinctive]

"The hell is a tooka?"

Because that was the important detail of that explanation.

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"It's a kind of cat," Kanan sighed. "It's just a fat little hairy feline with duck feet and a mouth like a bear trap."

It was much better at being cute about it than, say, a nexu or a fyrnock was, though.

[vdistinctive]

". . . Animals from your galaxy sound like they should be in a medieval bestiary."

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"Why, what are animals in a medieval bestiary like?"

Kanan wasn't well-read enough on Earth lore to even begin to guess, really.

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"Like fat cats with duck feet and fangs," Eliot said. "Or a lion with a human face, six rows of sharp teeth, and a scorpion tail. Or a snake with a chicken for a head."

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Kanan was quiet for a moment or two before he ventured, "We don't have chicken-headed snakes that I'm aware of, but if we did they'd probably be some sort of reptavian. And we do have giant lizards with feathers."

So...

"And massive reptilian crustaceans."

[vdistinctive]

"Yep, totally a medieval bestiary." Which was now making Eliot wonder about ancient monks and intergalactic visitors. "We had the giant feathered lizards here for awhile, though."

He said like he'd ever actually seen a feathered dinosaur.

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"So... Earth does have reptavians? People generally look at me like I'm crazy when I talk about them."

Which was funny, because they were a pretty common classification of animal back home.

[vdistinctive]

"They've been dead for sixty-five million years."

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And here was Kanan, sighing and wrinkling his nose before eating another strawberry. This was definitely a dessert day.

"Your planet hurts my head," he shared. "Especially on weekends like this one."

[vdistinctive]

"You say that like your galaxy doesn't have extinct, prehistoric species."

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"No, I say that like my galaxy doesn't randomly turn me into a small child or a woman whenever it gets bored," Kanan countered. "We've got plenty of extinct prehistoric species. And non-extinct reptavians. All over. Along with scaly dogs and cats with duck feet."

Like perfectly sensible dogs and cats.

[vdistinctive]

"You realize this ain't normal for Earth either, right?"

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"Well, since this is pretty much the whole of my experience with Earth," Kanan pointed out, "no, I kind of don't."

He shrugged, a sort of 'what are you gonna do about it?' gesture.

And this was the guy who was co-teaching a class on discovering Earth with Hannibal. This one right here.

[vdistinctive]

"And the fact that all the newbies to the island panic when it happens wasn't a hint?"

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"Yeah, but half of them aren't from Earth, either," Kanan noted. "At least, plenty of the ones in my classes haven't been, anyway."

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"You're teaching a class about bein' new to Earth," Eliot pointed out.

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"And so my frame of reference is people who are new to Earth," Kanan agreed. "The people I know who aren't," he gave Eliot a pointed look, "seem to be taking this pretty well."

Look, he was a Jedi, but that didn't mean the Force was telling him at all times exactly who on the island was doing the freaking out, and when.

[vdistinctive]

"'Cause I've been on the island awhile and I've done this before," Eliot pointed out. "Your samplin' needs work. You need to branch out."