Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan was looking maybe the faintest bit dazed as he walked into Luke's today with a little half-twi'lek girl in tow. 'Having a kid' was something that had never, ever been on his agenda. In fact, it had been basically at the very top of his 'what not to do' list, especially considering the state of the galaxy these days and the chance that any kid of his might also be Force-sensitive.

But here he was.

With a kid.

So, when he looked into the kitchen to see the usual Sunday Pancake Nightmare, all he really had in him was a stern finger pointed at the staff, and a terse, "If any of those stacks falls on my daughter, you had better hope you can run faster scared than I can homicidal."

There was a moment's pause, and then, like magic, the staff started rearranging the pancake stacks to be a little less precarious.

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Pancakes! Pancakes for all!

Talk to Kanan!

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He has a daughter, apparently. She has her daddy's eyebrows and ears, and her mother's lekku.

Kanan has gone right back to being utterly gobsmacked by this.

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And said daughter had also inherited her father's curiosity and her mother's fearlessness.

So she was hanging over the counter, watching everything and asking questions constantly.

"What's coffee? How do you cook it? Why is the milk white?"

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This was karma's revenge for his Caleb days, wasn't it?

"Coffee is disappointing caf, you make it pretty much the same way, and the milk is white because they get it from a different animal," he replied, with the patience of a man who had been doing this for a full twenty-four hours already. "And before you ask, that animal is called a cow, and cows are basically just ugly nerf."

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"But you have nerf and caf, tiwva; why don't they?"

These were the important questions!

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"Because they don't travel nearly as far as your tislera and I do in order to get it fresh," Kanan replied.

Because yes, Anan was absolutely karma's revenge for his Caleb days. The least he could do would be answer her questions.

"Or comparatively fresh, I guess."

There was probably nerf in the freezer here, but you could beat a man to death with any meat that was in the deep recesses of that thing.

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"But then why do you travel so far?" Anan asked sensibly. "Why not eat what's here?" She perked up. "Does it taste really awful and weird? Can I try it?"

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"Why would you want to--" Okay, no, she was not only her mother's daughter, she was his. Of course Anan would ask if she could eat something potentially awful and weird. "I mean, if you want to, I can have the cook serve you up some pancakes or something. They're kind of like flatcakes, but... Earthy."

Earthish? Earthular?

"We travel as far as we do because sometimes you just want food you recognize. Earth's food isn't horrible, but it's different enough to be weird."

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"I want some of those!" Anan declared. "And white milk and cow. Do they eat weird things like worms and ducks here?"

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"I haven't seen them eat worms yet," Kanan offered, grinning a little. Anan's enthusiasm was catchy. "But I'm pretty sure they do eat ducks."

Rarely. But often enough that Kanan knew they were delicious.

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"Can I try that, too?" Anan asked, even as she wrinkled her nose at the thought.

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"... You're putting together a pretty weird meal, kid," Kanan snorted, but that wasn't stopping him from writing down the order -- pancakes, beef, duck, and a glass of milk -- to send back to the cooks. Because why the hell not? If Anan wasn't familiar with it already, odds were good that her future-other-reality-parents didn't intend to bring her to Earth to try them. Might as well let her while she was here.

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"But it's all weird!" She flung her arms open to encompass the island. "What else can I try?"

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Kanan paused, hesitating for a moment before tilting his head a little.

"How do you like fruit?"

How much your father's daughter were you, Anan?

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Anan perked up. "Fruit's good!" They didn't get it too much. "Do they have funny warty ones here?"

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For a brief, horrible moment, Kanan seriously considered passing a dill pickle off to Anan as fruit. Not that he didn't think she would like it, but when you bit into something expecting it to be sweet, and instead it tasted of vinegar...

"That's actually a good question." He craned his head back and called into the kitchen. "Hey, guys? Lookin' for a funny warty Earth fruit, any suggestions?"

He was immediately met with a chorus of "Custard apple!" "Red bayberry!" "Jack fruit!" "Raspberries!"

That last one was actually met with a moment's silence from the rest of the staff. The busboy shrugged.

"Well, we have those fresh."

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"I want a raspberries, then!" Anan declared, bouncing a bit. "Can I?"

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Kanan paused for a moment, and then shrugged.

"Hey, I don't see why not. And anything you can't eat, I'll finish," he decided, giving a nod - and the slip with the rest of the order on it - to the kitchen staff. "Sound good? Anything else you want to try?"

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"Your first time, hunh," Parker said, from where she suddenly sat on the counter, watching the little girl. "She's cute."

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"My first time," Kanan agreed, looking at the little girl in bemusement before glancing back at Parker. "And she is, isn't she? Even if she keeps staring at my eyes."

Which was actually more unsettling than Parker's ability to just appear places.

"How about you? You end up with any?"

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"We got a note. They were up to something, not sure what. Maybe breaking someone out of jail?" Parker looked briefly wistful. "But they're good kids. They'll come back sometime. How old is she?" And is her mom at all a possible person in the picture?

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"Sounds like they take after their folks, then," Kanan offered, along with a little smile. "And Anan? She's... I'd say eight, maybe nine. Young, but not so young that she can't hold her own. Or give the kitchen staff a hard time."

And her mom was most certainly someone in the picture. Not that Kanan was going to volunteer as much without being asked. He was still wrapping his head around the whole 'having a kid' thing in the first place.

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Parker nodded soberly. "Priorities. You have to keep those guys in line."

Although Parker's methods were probably not recommended for anyone else.

"Did anyone warn you about this? Not that it really matters, I guess. No one believes people about the little kids until someone shows up saying 'Dad' and freaking you out."

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"Yeah, this one was a surprise. To both me and Hera," Kanan admitted. Thus spilling the beans already. Oops. "But... not a bad surprise, I guess. Just not something either of us ever really saw for ourselves."

For different yet similar reasons, at that.

OOC!

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Slooooooooooooowplay is the name of the game until this evening. I'll try to grab pings from the convention floor if there are any, though!