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Luke's, Sunday

"I just really want some kind of cake with too much fruit on it," Kanan announced as he stepped into Luke's for his shift today. "You do that for me, you can do any weird thing with pancakes that you want.

And that was how Kanan got almost an entire strawberry cream cake to himself.

And why the rest of the staff spent the day attempting to perfect their plate spinning routine using pancakes.

You win some, you lose some.

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Summer came in rolling a suitcase behind her, glad she'd been able to arrange sneaking in some lunch at the diner before she had to get going back home. She settled it carefully at her feet as she slipped onto her usual stool and asked, "So what's new in the pancake world?"

"See for yourself," Kanan replied, gesturing vaguely toward the busboy, who was attempting (and failing) to spin a pancake on the end of the mop handle. "I think they're getting better."

Which really said volumes about how terrible they were at this before.

After a moment, Kanan nodded toward the suitcase.

"Vacation time?"

"That's better ?" Summer asked, incredulous, as if their lack of skI'll was a personal insult. "Oof. Don't quit your day jobs, guys."

Even if it kinda was their day job.

But her ire was easily turned toward the suitcase, giving it a sour look as she nudged it with her toe. "And I wish! Ive got to go home for the week, thry want me to take this bogus test to see if I'm 'suitable for reintegration into society' yet, so, don't worry, i'll be back. The only reason I'm even going is to snoop around for anything useful Grampa Rick may have left behind."

"Okay, so not quite a vacation," Kanan allowed, grimacing in sympathy. "Suitable for reintegration, really? I'm afraid to ask what kind of standards they've got set for that sort of thing."

When the Empire called people back with a statement like that, they were generally never heard from again. Which Kanan was trying not to dwell on, here.

Of course, now that the thought had occurred to him, his brain wasn't going to let him let it go. Fan-kriffing-tastic.

"Oh, you know," Summer's shoulders skagged, "stuff like 'do you still want to break your grandfather out of space jail?', 'did thry brainwash you enough at Fandom?', 'have you accepted that our weird calender makes you forty-frickin'-seven yet?' Crap like that."

She made another face, sticking out her tongue. Blech.

"I am excited to see my friends, though. If they let me."

Okay, Kanan gave a little snort at that.

"Still trying to figure out what kind of weird brainwashing they think we're doing, here," he admitted. "Pretty sure the closest thing I can think of would be increased glitter tolerance. I do hope you get to hang out with your friends, though. I know it can be rough being kept apart like that against your will."

"Yeah," said Summer, "this place blows for brainwashing. Unless we're talking the kind where really thry just make you feel comfortable , so other things don't seem as important. I can see that being a thing..."

She went a little thoughtful, a little bit sad, and deeply resented it. "But I'm staying vigilent. I like this place, but it's not home , you know? I mean, home isn't home right now, either, but that's going to change. It has to."

And that made her even more sad.

"Man. This is bumming me out. I need a milkshake. Chocolate. STAT."

"Chocolate milkshake coming up," Kanan replied, nodding and setting to work procuring it for her. "And I hear you, you know. The first... kriff... the first year I was here, all I wanted was to get the hell away. Not that I was in any big hurry to get back to the Empire, but I didn't trust this place. Still don't, really."

He hadn't forgiven the island for all of the gouging out his eyes it kept doing that one weird Wednesday.

"Helps a bit now that I can head back whenever I want to, but that doesn't mean that I figure this is where I belong. It's just a more convenient place to be while I figure out where to go from here."

Beyond 'wherever Hera was going.'

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Which, really, didn't seem all too bad a plan.

Summer listened, head bobbing with emphatic agreement. "That's exactly what I feel," she said. "Like, not a bad distraction, but it's still a distraction. It's just killing time, but I get a little, I don't know, antsy." She shook a little, as if wriggling out all those nerves. "But, hey, maybe I'll have a breakthrough back home."

Morty might be more...cooperative of she could threaten him face-to-face this time!

"Hey, maybe," Kanan agreed, smiling easily enough as he slid her milkshake across the counter toward her. "And you know if there's anything you need while you're there, you just have to call, right? I didn't go and get some cute little Earth phone just for it to collect dust when someone needs something."

Yeah, shut up, she'd officially reached 'If you need somebody to bust you out of prison just call me and I'll figure something out even if it's a really stupid thing to do' status.

Summer skillfully caught the shake with one hand, leaning in for a sip while pulling out her phone, never too far, with the other. Pressed a few things, and slid the phone over. Like a super smooth magic trick.

"Put in your number," she said, "but be forewarned. You're opening a very dangerous door here, BDG."

Not because she expected she'd be in a lot of trouble or anything (although she probably would). But because that cute little Earth phone of his was going to blow up with the stupidest memes at the most random moments from here on in.

"Oh yeah?" Kanan was catching the phone just as skillfully (use the Force, baby) and raising an amused eyebrow Summer's way. "Oh yeah? How dangerous, exactly?"

This was not stopping him from typing in his number, no. He figured he understood the dangers of giving his contact information to a teenage girl, anyway.

Summer slurped her shake loudly; a faint, barely noticeable twitch appeared on her brow from having her phone away from her person for more than two point five seconds.

"Oh, you'll see," she said mysteriously. Thrn she tilted her head. "Actually, if I uncover anything, it'll be great, because I can just send you the info right away, too."

In fact, she was already picturing a slew of selfies tomorrow with her making disgusted faces with Gromflomite soldiers in the background. Hey, if he was going to help her, it would do him good to know what the enemy looked like, right?

Well, really, Kanan would basically be getting exactly what he'd stepped in, at that point. He smirked a little as he slid her phone back to her across the counter. There. No need for more twitching.

"Pretty much," he agreed easily. "Anything from a quick escape to someone to agree that something is completely messed up. I have a really good sense for what is and isn't messed up, trust me."

Okay, now that was just an invitation for Summer to just send a bunch of pictures of Morty being...Morty, just to have someone to commiserate with.

Which she was probably going to do anyway.

"Messed up," she said. "I can guarantee you, ninty-fiVR percent of the time, it's gonna be messed up."

"Well, then it'll be more or less old hat for me," Kanan decided, smirking as he leaned against the counter. "I've seen plenty of 'messed up.' Maybe that'll actually come in useful, someday."

For more than just running away on the regular.

"That's true," Summer allowed, frowning a little as she thought, stirring her straw in her milkshake. "But I really hope it's nothing too messed up. 'Cause they really could get pretty messed up, couldn't they?"

And she stared at the remainder of her shake, her mind clearly tumbling over all the messed up things that could possibly happen. And the more she thought, the worse they got, and she twisted her face and pushed the shake away.

"I think I'm done. I think I've lost my appetite."

But a second later, she actually pulled it back.

"No, never mind. Becaue, you know. Chocolate."

Chocolate really did make everything better, man.

Kanan gave her a sympathetic smile.

"It's easier to take it as it comes, not dwell on it too much before it happens," he advised. "Not saying not to plan ahead or anything - that's what the phone number's for, at least in part - but you could spend your life coming up with worse and worse possibilities, and whatever gets thrown at you is inevitably going to be either completely different, far worse, or both. It's better to just brace yourself for what you can, and come up with backup plans for what you can't."

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