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Luke's, Sunday

If someone had told Kanan on Thursday that an attempt to go back to his own galaxy for a top-up on groceries would end up in a Portalocty mixup that involved him having to fly the Escape through tunnels and weird flying golden rings while being shot at by other ships, all the while having someone insisting that he do a kriffing barrel roll over the comm system, he...

... Well, he probably wouldn't have doubted it. He'd been through weirder. Just never while trying to get to a market back home that he could buy some fresh fruits and nerf from. He hadn't made it back home until late last night, looking vaguely annoyed as he put his groceries away, and then, after a shower, he'd just kind of collapsed on the couch. Apparently Portalocity was apparently still working some bugs out of the system after that whole mynock thing.

So when he stumbled into Luke's slightly late this morning to see the usual multitudes of pancakes waiting for him, it was entirely possible that one of those stacks just happened to fall on the busboy when he made the truly astute observation that Kanan wasn't quite on time today.

Oopsie. They really had to pay better attention to the structural integrity of the foundation of their pancake towers, didn't they?

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Pancakes.

Pancakes for days.

He's tired and he's cranky, but there's a fox, a rabbit, a blue hawk, and a frog in another galaxy who have given him a standing invitation to come help them fight the forces of Andross any time he wanted.

Yay?

Yzma and Kronk walked into the diner, arguing. "I don't think they have spinach puffs," Yzma said.

"Mine are better," Kronk declared.

Yzma rolled her eyes. "Of course they are." She snapped her fingers at Kanan. "You. Peasant. What's the special today?"

"Pancakes," Kanan said immediately, squinting a little at that peasants line. A moment later, he recognized the, uh, lady from her stop in his office on parents' weekend. And now she had a sidekick with her! "A lot of pancakes. With toppings of your choice."

Enough for the wampa she had with her.

Yzma did make an impression!

"Like gravy?" Yzma asked, squinting at him.

Kronk was glancing around the diner with interest. "I used to work in a place like this."

"It's not a bad place to work when the co-workers aren't trying to bury you under pancakes," Kanan noted.

The busboy shuddered, some more bits of pancake falling from his hair.

"And sure, gravy," he added, shrugging. "I was mostly thinking fruit, but to each their own."

"I don't like gravy," Yzma sniffed.

She was helpful that way.

"Well, then don't get the gravy," Kanan replied, as though it really didn't matter much to him either way.

... Really, it didn't. It wasn't like he was the one making or eating those pancakes.

"There's fruit compote you can put on that, or whipped cream and fresh berries, or chocolate..." He paused and smirked faintly toward the big guy. "The chocolate had pretty good reception last weekend. Especially with ice cream."

This was how you did breakfast, right?

"Oooh, oooh, oooh ice cream!" Kronk said, bouncing up and down like the most stacked golden retriever this side of Thor.

Yzma rolled her eyes. "One order with ice cream," she said. "I will have the berries."

"One ice cream," Kanan said, managing to stifle a laugh at the big guy's enthusiasm, "and one with berries. Anything to drink?"

He would suggest coffee, but he wasn't so certain that the hairless Wookiee needed the caffeine.

"Coffee," Yzma said decisively.

"And you, big guy?" Kanan nodded toward Kronk. "Figure a milkshake with that ice cream would be overkill?"

Part of a balanced breakfast!

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"I do not," Kronk declared enthusiastically. "This place is great! Excitement! Food! Guys that turn into snakes!"

Yzma sighed heavily. "Yes, Kronk."

... Kanan had heard stranger names than that. He shrugged, sent the order to the back, and tilted his head at Yzma.

"I missed the snake guy, apparently. That didn't interrupt the graduation ceremony, did it?"

... He had yet to really experience a Fandom High graduation.

"He was the guest speaker," Yzma said dryly.

"Well, was it a good speech?"

Look, these were the important questions, really. It wasn't like the concept of a person-that-was-a-snake was weird to Kanan. Both changelings and Anacondans were a thing, after all.

"It was very brief," Yzma said, "so that was a positive. And his transformation was impressive, as was his attempt to eat everyone."

There was a long pause.

"... Why the hell would the school hire a guy to show up, give a speech, turn into a giant snake, and then eat the graduates?"

They were getting rid of them anyway! Eat the freshmen!

"They met Kuzco?" Yzma suggested.

"... They might have met Kuzco," Kanan allowed, blinking.

Look, he'd met Kuzco. It wouldn't be a surprise, so much.

"Animal transformations are kind of my specialty," Yzma confided with a creepy smile, "and the snake had style."

Well, that was... terrifying.

"Oh, yeah? Well, as a guy who spent a week as a cat, once, I'm almost sorry to have missed it," Kanan mused.

Almost.

Then again, he probably would have taken the creepy snake over three karking days of dogfighting.

"You make potions too?" Yzma asked excitedly.

"Are they all pink?" Kronk wondered.

"Green," Kanan said immediately, because he was a shit disturber. Sure, he'd been told not to lie to his elders, but where was the fun in that? "Pink isn't a good look on me."

Because why else would you make something a certain color?

"But then again, neither is 'cat.'"

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