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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan... was not handling the fallout of Wednesday well. Between repeatedly re-living his Caleb days and repeatedly finding himself with an ugly raw wound across his face, he'd had enough to process the day after that he'd started drinking, and then just didn't bother to stop until sometime Saturday evening. And he knew damn well that he shouldn't, that Master Billaba would've been disappointed in him, that there were better ways to deal with that much baggage, but it wasn't as though the Jedi had instilled in him a strong set of coping skills, and the years after the Jedi hadn't been much better.

He was sober today, if only because he needed to be able to work coherently in order to earn money for things like fuel for the Escape, but he'd brought his ~~Lisa Frank horror~~ dog with him for that extra bit of moral support. So long as Stance stayed out of the kitchen, it was probably fine.

And if somebody told him it wasn't fine, he'd drop a stack of pancakes on their heads with the Force. So, there was that.

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Today's Specials:
Goat Cheese Steak with Balsamic Glaze
Purple Potato Gnocchi with Chestnut Mushrooms
Raspberry Lemon and Coconut Cheesecake

Kanan would probably even be proud of the cooking staff for managing something in addition to the usual 'pancakes' this weekend, but he was too busy throwing wadded-up napkins for Stance to chase across the dining room to really even notice.

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And since it was Sunday, eventually, along came a Summer.

"Hey, BDG, how's it going?" she asked, sliding onto her usual stool, which she felt might have been getting a bit of a comfortable-butt-groove. "Ooooh, specials today?"

"Specials today," Kanan agreed. "It's something we're supposed to do regularly, but pancakes have been taking over."

He shrugged and reached for a can of Coke while Stance trotted over to investigate the new person. Hi, new person! Hi!

And all thoughts of specials or pancakes went completely out the window.

"Awwww, did you get a puppy?" Summer nearly squealed, happily forsaking her seat to go greet the little investigator properly, kneeling down and holding out her hands to sniff. "What a cutie! Those colors, I love it! Awww, I used to have a dog, too. Hi, there, buddy!"

"I've had Stance here since... practically the time I came to the island. He just kind of showed up one day and stuck around."

Kanan cracked his Coke open and shrugged.

"Seemed like a good week to have a puppy along. The boss doesn't seem to mind too much anyway."

"Well, it does seem a little unsanitary to have a dog in a diner," Summer had to admit, "but who cares? Because he's so cute! Aren't you, Stance? Yes, you are! Yes, yes, you are!"

She cleared her throat a little, because being reminded of her own dog also reminded her that their minds were a bit more complex than they usually gave them credit for, and the baby-talk had to be kind of annoying. Hopefully, Stance would still allow some ear-scritches and back-pets.

"Why a good week to have him along?" she asked. "Did you have a not-so-good one?"

"Wednesday did leave something to be desired," Kanan sighed, watching Stance prance around happily. "Little too much reliving my youth for my tastes."

Kanan, you were like twenty-three.

"Wednesday," said Summer, and then she groaned. "Oh, yeah, that was when everyone was switching moods at the flip of a hat, or sometimes suddenly being old or young or, in my case, suddenly having tacos all the time. Which wasn't really a bad thing, but, yeah, definitely weird. Definitely convinced me that this place can still surprise me even with all the weird shit I deal with at home, too."

"This island will drive you completely barvy if you let it," Kanan sighed, shaking his head. "It was hell bent on putting my eyes out that day. Can't say I'm a fan."

Especially given how often it had succeeded at that.

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"Same," Summer nodded. "It felt like I was taking crazy pills or having some weird drug trip, and the headache afterwards! The emotional whiplash! No, thank you."

But that did remind her of something she wanted to ask Kanan, or maybe Hera and Chopper if she got the chance. She abandoned Stance for a little while to return to the counter and sit back down. "Hey, by the way, this is going to seem random, but it has to do with Wednesday, actually. You don't happen to know anywhere in your universe where a person could find little miniature ponies made out of rock, do you? Like, living ones, not just statues or sculptures."

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"I..." Kanan blinked. He blinked twice. "I don't think we have anything quite like that in my galaxy. Endor's got ponies, but nobody wants to wrestle Ewoks in order to get near them."

So, that was disappointing, wasn't it?

"We've got stone eels, stone mites, stonebats," he noted, "but not many of those things are even actually mineral based. And the mineral-based life forms I can think of aren't ponies. But that doesn't mean they don't exist, either. I'm not exactly a xenobiologist, I just know of a few species I've seen in zoos, mostly."

Summer nodded. "I couldn't expect it to be that easy, really," she sighed. "I was going to ask Hera, too; maybe Chopper's got some sort of database if he can make all those maps, too? It's worth a try. My grampa also has this little device that might help me find some, but the Federation probably confiscated it. I have my brother checking the garage for me, though."

"Hey, if you can get Chop to cooperate, all power to you," Kanan snorted. "Any particular reason you're out looking for stone ponies, anyway?"

This was going to hurt your brain, Kanan. Are you sure you really wanted an answer to this one?

"Well," Summer shifted to make sure she was really comfortable before getting into it, "it all ties back to Wednesday, right? I was talking to my friend Peridot at the library, which was...interesting, to say the least, and we could go on all day about that madness, but the biggest take-away is that I actually made it seem like horses were terrifying. Which makes no sense. I love horses! It's, like, in my blood, my mom is a horse surgeon, for crying out loud. And Peridot, she's a gem, she's definitely not from around here, she's never even seen a horse, so I stayed up practically all night, just freaking out, thinking that I'd misled her so much. So the next day, in class, I had to explain to her that horses actually rock. But me, being insensitive in my concern, didn't think that she'd take rock to mean actual rock, just like her. Which got us to talking about how perfect a little miniature pony made of living rock would be for her, since she's so little herself. There are infinite dimensions and universes and galaxies out there. There's got be one with inorganic miniature horses, and I will find those inorganic miniature horses for Peridot, even if I have to break Grampa Rick out of space jail to do it, which I was planning to do anyway, so everyone wins!"

Kanan blinked slowly at that. Lifted up his Coke to take a drink. Arched an eyebrow. Kind of stared at Summer for a long moment.

"... Makes sense to me. Next time I head back to my galaxy I'll ask around for you, see if there's anything I missed. There are plenty of equine species, but most of them lean more reptavian than rock."

Or, uh, sentient, but Kanan wasn't going to mention Bothans or Dugs to Summer. They weren't what she was looking for anyway.

"Thanks, Kanan," Summer smiled, genuinely, and also feeling pretty satisfied in knowing she could count on him for really dumb shit. "I appreciate it. It's a big multiverse out there, so every bit will help."

Hey, sometimes you needed the really dumb shit, or else what was all the really serious, terrifying shit even for? Either way, Kanan was grinning a little himself.

"What, no Bus Driver Guy?"

Hey, don't you take the mystery out of Summer's system of eschewing nicknames at crucial moments to add importance and meaning to her gratitude!

"Just so you don't forget that I actually do know your name, BDG. It's the least I can do for someone who'll help scourge the galaxies for living rock ponies."

It was a fantastic system! And so far as nicknames went... hey, he'd been called worse. At least he'd actually been employed as a bus driver on an occasion or two even outside of the shuttle, here.

"Everybody needs a hobby," Kanan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "So far as hobbies go, rock ponies aren't a bad one."

"I bet they're super cute," Summer said with a wistful sigh. "I bet their eyes sparkle like diamonds."

They better sparkle, or else Summer was going to be super disappointed.

"If they don't, we just keep looking until we find and even more sparkly pony," Kanan replied. "Problem solved."

Except for the whole 'having to find them in the first place' part, of course.

Oh, details, schmetails.

"I like how you think," Summer said, shaking an approving finger. "We'll search until we find the prettiest of sparkly ponies. Peridot deserves the best we can find."

With the biggest eyes possible.

"Oh, hey, and can I get that gnocchi with the mushrooms on the Specials? It sounds so fancy."

"I can safely say I never in my life expected I'd find myself on a sparkly pony mission."

Just throwing that out there. But then, most of Kanan's life these days was veering starkly off-course from the direction he'd figured he'd be heading by now.

"And sure, we'll get you the fancy purple potato thing," he added. "Which gets bonus points for not being another karking pancake."

Even if the pancakes were excellent.

If Summer looked beaming and proud just then, it was because she took his first statement to be the ultimate compliment. After all, how could anyone's life not be enriched by a sparkly pony mission?

"There's potato pancakes," she said. "Someone could probably make the argument that they're just potato pancakes in a different form, and therefor...." She held out her arms in an exaggerated shrug. "I'm not going to call them that, but someone might."

"And if I ever meet that someone, I'm burying them under a stack of pancakes and their bodies might never be found," Kanan decided cheerfully. He balled up another napkin for emphasis and threw it for Stance to chase. "Somebody has to draw a line on the pancake madness somewhere. I'm going to be that somebody."

"Hey," said Summer, "if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything, they say."

And then got distracted, because puppies chasing napkin balls. Or puppies chasing anything, really.

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