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Luke's, Sunday

"What the...?"

Once again, the diner had the usual Sunday doomstacks of pancakes waiting for Kanan when he came in for his shift.

The doomstacks of pancakes also now had cute toppers on them, of some sort. Cute toppers of the marshmallow Peep persuasion, looking down from on high at Kanan with their beady little eyes.

"The cook found a crate of them in the freezer," the busboy explained.

Kanan stared at them uncertainly.

The Peeps stared back.

"Force save me."

[OOC: I'm not admitting to having had Peeps for breakfast don't judge me oh look this post is open!

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"It always smells like pancakes in here," Summer commented by way of greeting, gravitating toward her now usual stool and getting comfortable, "but are the pancakes here actually any good?"

"You know, they're close enough to the flatcakes from home that I want to say yes," Kanan mused, not missing a beat in the conversation already. "But I haven't eaten enough pancakes from Earth that I'd really have any sort of basis of comparison. You want to give 'em a try and let me know? First plate's on me."

Yeah, like Summer's going to say no to free food. "You've got yourself a deal, Bus Driver Guy," she nodded resolutely. "And I'll be happy to offer my expert opinion."

Really, the sacrifices she made for the greater good....

"Oh, good," Kanan chuckled, grinning. "You want those with berries and whipped cream, chocolate chips, or anything else fancy like that? We've got fixings."

And he happened to like the whole 'fruit and cream' thing, no matter what kind of image he was trying to keep up.

Summer hadn't really thought of all that, but now that it had entered the pictire, she was wondering how she's missed it. She fixed Kanan with hee best 'um, who do you think you're talking to here?' Look.

"Yes, strawberries, yes whip, and yes chocolate chips. Please and thank you, that sounds amazing!"

"All of the above it is, then," Kanan replied, and scribbled down her order before flicking the paper to the back with ease. "And hey, good choice. At least so far as I can tell. Even if they turn out to be bad so far as pancakes go, they really are best that way."

He really, really liked fruit and sweets, okay?

"I mean, if they're bad, even with all that? Then you guys he got a real big problem."

Summer folded her arms in front of her, leaning on the counter. "So how's your week been, BDG? Anything interesting? "

"Besides a trip to Jupiter and a pit-stop on one of its moons, it's been mostly uneventful," Kanan said with a shrug. "Took the dog for a few walks. Watched some bad holos. It's entirely too easy to fall into a routine around here, I need to do something about that."

Kanan didn't generally take to routine well. Not these days, anyway.

Summer's head bobbed in understanding, with an added little sigh. "I feel you there. Last night, I was just so bored, I decided to just...make tacos. I was hoping it would be a thing, because, you know, tacos, but it wasn't the draw I was hoping for. The good thing is that I got to know someone in one of my classes better, and it turns out she's from an invaded Earth, too, and she broken someone out of space jail, so that we really helpful. Also, someone gave me a great idea for bribing information out of my brother. I sent it out the other day, so any day now, I should hear back from him. Hopefully with contacts. This would be so much easier if I had Unity to help me out, or Squanchy, if he's still alive. Heck, I'd even consider Abradof Lincler's help if he's still alive."

There was a slight pause.

"He's from when Grampa Rick tried to mix the DNA of Abraham Lincoln and Adolf Hitler."

Another pause, this time with narrowed eyes.

"Do you even know who those are?"

"I know exactly none of the people you named," Kanan replied, grimacing faintly. "Earth thing?"

And how, Kanan. And how.

"Any particular reason your Grandfather was trying to mix DNA like that?"

Even if he had known who those two people were, the logic behind that one would probably take some sideways squinting at to really grasp.

Summer shrugged. Sudden Earth history lesson time! "It was probably half boredom and half what he claimed, that he wanted to create a morally neutral super leader. Why he wanted to do that, I'm not even going to try to guess. But what he got was Abradolf Lincler, half Abraham Lincoln, one of the United States's best presidents, half Adolf Hitler, who was a terrible person who killed billions of people during World War II. And what he got was a totally lame-o who couldn't stop talking about the duality of his existence, or whatever."

Well, the poor guy's name was 'Abradolf.' How could anybody really expect greatness from that?

"Your grandfather's a believer of nature over nurture, then, huh?"

Kanan was pretty sure that people were a little more complicated than the sum of their genes, but what would he know? It wasn't like he'd ever really known his own parents, after all.

Because Adolham was much better?

"I guess you could say that," said Summer after a moment's thought. "He is a scientist, after all. He's also seen, like, tons of alternate universes, where people are pretty much the same down to their core, just in different situations, screwy details, that sort of thing."

"Huh," Kanan replied, frowning thoughtfully. "I guess I can't say I've seen the same. It's just hard to picture people not being who they are at least in part because of what they've lived."

When you basically re-wrote your life and started living under an assumed name because of your experiences, maybe you got a bit of a bias about that sort of thing.

"Maybe," Summer's head tilted. "I mean, there could be a universe where everyone is so different, you can't even recognize them. But I think I might believe that what happens to you might change who you become, but it doesn't really change who you are, way deep down inside.

"Or, try this on for size. My grampa that I'm trying to save? My brother I'm trying to get to help me? They're not actually my real brother and grampa. My real brother and grampa died, and this brother and grampa arrived in my universe just in time to take their place so no one would notice. Apparently, they destroyed their universe and wanted a new one. I don't know what they did to that one, what they were like there, and it doesn't matter. Because they're still my brother and my grampa. So there's that, too. And, believe me, it's honestly like they're the same person. I'd have never guessed if I didn't know."

"That... is weird," Kanan decided, reaching up one hand to scratch thoughtfully at his beard. "Though I suppose it isn't as though I haven't seen anything like that myself. I've met a few people on the island that I know from home, from different points in a similar timeline, if not the same one. Raises a lot of questions about free will and identity, I suppose, but that's too close to philosophy for me to really want to dig too far into it."

Worst at Jedi.

"Yeah," Summer agreed easily. "Sometimes I think the whole reason I'm so accepting of it is because it just hurts my brain too much to think on it. Sometimes, it's easier to just go with it. And, ugh, I can't believe Abradolf Lincler got us to be all philosophical. Seriously, that guy was the worst, a total buzzkill."

Okay, Kanan had to laugh at that one. There... was a lot to unpack about most of that conversation, between the guy who killed billions and the fact that the grandfather they were trying to save had managed to destroy an entire reality, and what he was up for right now more or less amounted to--

"Hey, your pancakes are up," he said, segueing into what was hopefully a more pleasant conversational topic as he reached for the plate and then slid it and some cutlery over to Summer. "You want something to drink with that, or did you bring your own again?"

Much more pleasant, indeed. "Just water, I think," she said before she let herself completely gush at the plate of awesome being set before her. "This. Liiks. AMAZING."

...So much so that she didn't dig in right away. Oh no. She needed to Instagram this shit.

Instagram took a whole new level when most of your followers were stuck eating only pulls.

"So, points for presentation," Kanan chuckled. "But how does it stand up to the taste test?"

With that much berries and cream, it had better be good.

"Just. One. Momeeeent...." Her lower lip caught under her teeth, Summer was wrapped up in the all-importa t task of picking the jist-right filter. And then typing out something nice and passive-aggressive to accompany it. Aaannnnd.....posted!

She gave off a sigh of accomplishment, shifted in her seat to get more comfortable, and then set to finally getting in a bite, one carefully planned to get pancake, strawberries, and whip all in one perfect bite.

"Hmmmm." She chewed thoughtfully. "Not bad, not bad. It could be a fluke, though. Might have to come back next week to make sure."

"I'm resigned to the fact that there will always be pancakes on Sundays," Kanan intoned, smirking faintly. "So if you do end up coming back in for more," and it wasn't like she wasn't going to be back, "we'll be prepared."

But no, really. If there was ever some weekend where Summer didn't stop by at this rate, Kanan was going to start worrying.

Not that he was the worrying type.

Shut up.

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