fandomtownies | Luke's, Monday

Entry tags:

Luke's, Monday

"She said she wanted to what?"

Eliot was meant to be working on paperwork today at Luke's. Instead, he was on the phone, attempting not to laugh out loud.

"No, no, of course it's not funny. But Tru . . . Cassie's been obsessed with swords forever. You had to have seen this comin' at least a little." He caught the eyes of the busboy, and rolled his own good naturedly. "I never went to college either, Tru, it's not a — okay, bad example. Hardison never went to college. Well. He went once, but it was on a job. . . . Tru. Trudy. Look, I'm sure she's not going to go become a criminal. . . . Well if she does, we'll teach her how to do it right — hello? Trudy, you still there?"

He pulled the phone away and looked at it. His sister had hung up on him.

He chuckled softly to himself and after a bit of poking found the message app and Cassie's phone number.

i know a couple blacksmiths he typed. let me knowif you want some advice

Ah. Family.

Today's specials
Cinnamon brewet
Salad of roots
Quinces in paast

Luke's was open. And ever so slightly medieval.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Fair warning, there's a lot of "hail" and "huzzah" going on here today.

Eliot didn't even mind everyone going around doing terrible English accents right now. His little niece was running off to become an apprentice blacksmith. He loved today.

So, Kanan had a busy day, what with his weekly broadcast and his class, but he still felt like maybe making a pit-stop at Luke's all the same.

Mostly because of Eliot, yes.

"Hey," he said, stepping inside and sidling himself into a nearby seat. "... What in the world is a quince?"

Okay, that wasn't what he was in here for, but now he was curious, so.

"Kind of a combination apple and pear thing," Eliot said. "Only you don't wanna try to eat one raw."

Kanan had to have encountered apples and pears already, right?

He had! So that was a step in the right direction, right there. He'd been around long enough to kind of get the gist, anyway.

"Noted," Kanan replied, "maybe I'll try one of those, then. You know, cooked."

Preferably.

Eliot smirked a little. "That's how we're servin' 'em. In a pie, even." He signaled to one of the waiters to bring some over. "How you doin'?"

"Spent most of the rest of last week on a bender," Kanan admitted, wrinkling his nose a little. "Pretty sure Hera's about ready to kill me. Speaking of," he waved a hand around a little bit. "I know we both know it isn't like I had any control over it, and nothing really came of it either time, but I still feel like I should apologize for pulling weapons on you on Wednesday."

A beat.

"Twice."

And headbutting the air once. But that one mostly just made him look stupid.

Eliot nodded in acknowledgment. "Ain't a problem. Honestly, I'd mostly forgotten that bit by the next day."

Mostly because he'd spent the entire next day jumping at nothing because of the damn white crap around the edges of his vision. When he wasn't hiding in the dark from a migraine.

Kanan had just been happy to have vision. Even if it was messed up.

"Still, had to say something," he sighed. "Like I said, I don't tend to ignite that thing often. Not if it's something I can handle with a blaster. And I use that sparingly, too."

... More or less sparingly.

"Waving either of those things around for no good reason was... not alright."

Eliot would have been much more offended with repeated drawing of a blaster.

"I punched a horse," Eliot noted. "Nothing goin' on last week was alright."

"You punched a..." Well. Kanan glanced up with a raised eyebrow at that one. "I'd ask why, but I'm guessing the answer is going to just be, 'because I did.'"

"Basically." Nothing else that had happened that day had any better reason than that, either. "It disappeared a second later. I tell you what, I could do with that particular Fandom quirk never repeating itself again."

Kanan raised an eyebrow at that, quirking a wry smile.

"Yeah, I'm right there with you on that one," he replied. "It'd be better still if I could just forget any of that ever happened, for that matter."

Someone was still freaking out about the... everything, mostly.

Kanan was of the "repression" school of dealing. Fair enough.

"Yeah, I'd rather not see you with your eyes all bandaged up like that again."

Eliot, though he would not admit it out loud, was of the "poke it and see if it's healed yet" school.

Damn, Eliot, who the hell let you enrol in such a nasty school? Kanan hissed between his teeth a little before he could catch himself, wincing a bit at the thought.

"Thanks for that, Eliot," he muttered, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "That's pretty much the opposite of forgetting about it, you know."

"If you forget about completely, you can't learn from it."

Learn to . . . better protect his eyes? Maybe?

Yeah, Kanan's look there was full of all kinds of 'you can't be serious.'

"And what the kriff am I supposed to learn from some hypothetical wound to the face when I don't even know where it came from?"

Just, you know, curious.

"Repeated hypothetical wound to the face," Eliot pointed out. "I dunno, man, some of what Fandom threw at me last week seemed totally random," ie. turning into Sterling for a bit, yeaugh, "but a lot of it was stuff that's happened before. Maybe the island was tryin' to tell you something."

"Yeah. I don't need the island for that," Kanan muttered. "If I wanted to spend the rest of my life worrying about what might happen tomorrow, I'd quit drinking."

That made all kinds of sense, Kanan. Good job.

"Oh sure. That sounds way more functional than my idea."

"Which is to spend the rest of my life second-guessing when something might come along and gouge out my eyes?"

That kind of paranoia led to the-- you know what, Kanan didn't even care about the Dark Side. He just didn't want to spend the rest of his life a paranoid wreck when he already had the Empire to worry about.

"You never know, man."

Eliot was the kind of person who studied hockey fights in his free time because "you never know when you're going to have to fight someone on ice". He was really maybe not the best role model in this particular case.

Kanan squinted a little. Spread his hands in a kind of 'what the hell?' gesture. Shook his head a bit.

"I don't even know where I'd start. You figure there are books in the library about how to avoid getting your face mauled? That could have been anything, Eliot. An unfortunate near-miss with some blaster crossfire, shrapnel from an explosion..."

Or maybe a lightsaber, like the half dozen or so that had been randomly pointing at him. He was trying not to think too hard about what would even have to be out there for him to actually find himself on the wrong side of one of those, though.

"Or one of them laser swords that kept pointing at your face?" Eliot asked.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Mod your service

Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

Re: Talk to Eliot

OOC