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Luke's, Sunday

The kitchen staff was murmuring amongst themselves today. Ever since Kanan came in for his shift, actually. After all, he had one of those neat-looking laser swords clipped to his belt, which all on its own more or less clarified just what had been going on with the toppling pancake stacks that occasionally happened.

"Pay up," said the dishwasher, once he was fairly certain Kanan was out of earshot.

"Dammit," the busboy muttered as he pulled a twenty from his pocket and forked it over. "Why couldn't it have been ghosts?"

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Kanan just rolled his eyes and shook his head, running a bar-rag over the countertops. The kitchen staff, he could handle. But if Vader walked in to this place again, he was gone.

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And it was Sunday, so there was a Summer, sliding onto a stool. "Told you I'd be back," she stated importantly, proudly. She pulled out her phone, though, one with a very marginally different purple cover on it than her last one, and held it out to him. "I need your number again, though. They kind of crushed my other phone, in case you were wondering about the radio silence. Everything's fine, though, they just didn't like me trying to take all those pictures."

"Huh." Kanan blinked, reached for the phone, and once again entered his number in, raising an eyebrow a little. "They are aware of how easy it is to get a new phone, right?"

Nobody tell them!

"Apparently not," Summer snorted. "But, to be fair, it's not like I could just go into a store and get one, since they blacklisted me. I got that one from my ex-boyfriend, so if anything, uh, weird pops up while you're putting in your number, just ignore it. Apparently, he couldn't be bothered to tell everyone, 'Oh, hey, you can stop sending all your boob pics to my phone, since I don't have it anymore.'"

She had seen way more of her fellow classmates in the past few days than she had ever cared to. Although she had to admit to being legitimately impressed a few times, too.

"You know, you can probably buy one on the island here, too," Kanan noted. "As backup, in case it happens again. I mean, I got mine here."

He also got significantly fewer boob pictures. Kanan typed in his number extra quickly, though, because as much as he liked boobs, getting an eyeful of the nude chest of a teenager was not on his agenda today. Not that there were many years between them, but, uh.

Look, he was a teacher. That was weird.

Quick was good. Ethan's popularity had apparently skyrocketed since Summer's visit, too.

"Not a bad idea," she said thoughtfully, bobbing her head slightly. "It might throw them off a bit if I had two, especially since I'm pretty sure they'll know. They've got their stupid little feelers in everything. I'm pretty sure they're starting to catch on to my black market cereal cartel, too, but whatever. I'm back, and that's what matters most."

A slight pause. "Even if they've roped me with the dumbest classes on the whole roster. I knew they'd never put me in you and Miss Hera's class, but it would have been kind of nice."

Kanan raised an eyebrow faintly, and then smirked as he held the phone back.

"You know, you can just audit the class," he pointed out. "All the fun of seeing the galaxy, none of the 'having to be accountable for grades' or 'letting your alien overlords know what you're up to' to worry about."

"Audit?" Summer asked, quirking her own brow. "You mean, like sit in on it even though I'm not officially a part of it?" She shrugged. "That's an idea, but that's also, like, more work. I mean, balancing a fake class out with my actual classes about crystals and plants? I don't know if I can handle that sort of load."

She was being...mostly sarcastic.

Kanan snorted a bit at that, and then waved a hand at her dismissively.

"You could also just ask really nicely and I'm sure Hera would take you for a spin in the Ghost anyway."

Outside of class time and all.

"Do you think so?" Summer asked, brightening a little. "That would be so cool. I've never been behind the wheel of anything like that before, just Grampa Rick's junky ship and my mom's car. Did you know that I'm not even in Mr. Burnside's class anymore because he switched the focus from Woodworking to Vehicle Proficiency? They really don't want me involved in anything helpful at all, so of course that only makes me want to do it more."

"Hey, if Hera won't, I will. I still have my first ship, you know. It's parked up on the roof of our apartment building." A pause. "It's a bit, uh, less spacious than the Ghost, though. Not really meant for passengers."

Which was kind of funny, given that it was meant to be a modified freighter that he used for smuggling for years.

But then, spice didn't exactly take up that much space.

"It can't possibly be smaller than Grampa's ship," Summer insisted. "That thing is barely big enough to smuggle boyfriends in."

Obviously, an important qualification.

"I'd love to see yours, though. I'm not, like, all crazy or whatever about ships, but I do think they're cool. And it's clearly the way of transportation in the future, so it doesn't hurt to know enough to get around in one, you know?"

"Makes sense to me. I'll have to show you sometime," Kanan decided. "When's good for you? It isn't like I have much of a life outside of here and the school, anyway."

And the occasional run back home to play rebel. That too.

"Aww, that's so sad," said Summer, biting down a grin. As if she had soooooo much going on herself. Which is why she shrugged and just gave the first day she thought of. "I don't know, Thursday or something? Thursday might be good. Oooh, could Stance come, too? That's his name, right, your cute little pupper?"

Kanan couldn't help but bark out a laugh.

"Thursday's fine, but there's barely room for two in the Escape. If Stance comes along, he's sitting in your lap."

Oh, the hardship.

"That's okay!" Yeah, Summer wasn't even going to try to pretend to be put out by that, because she knew her limitations. "But, man, not even room for a small doggo? Maybe your ship is dinkier than Grampa Rick's..."

But hopefully in better shape. Right? Right? Well, she'd find out on Thursday.

"Dinkier?" Kanan snorted a little and shook his head, smirking. "It's a damn good ship, it's just not really made for passengers. I'll tell you what... we can take it up around the moon, no hyperspace jumps with Stance on board, I don't know how he'll handle it and I'd rather do it on a bigger ship if I have the choice, but if you want to give flying a try, I can give you a few lessons."

You know. Once they were actually off the ground.

"Really?"

Whoo, free spaceship driving lessons!

"That would be so great. You know, it's funny. I've been to a ton of different planets and dimensions before, but I've never been to just...the moon."

"You and pretty much everyone else on the planet," Kanan offered with a grin. "There won't be any getting out and walking around, though. I don't have an enviro-suit that'll fit Stance. But I can pass you the controls and get you to fly a lap or two. Maybe take a trip to Venus and back if we're feeling ambitious. Pretty sure it's closer than Mars at the moment."

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And now you've gone and given Summer the image of Stance in a cute little doggy spacesuit. "Ohmygod."

She might not survive this conversation much longer. Good work, Kanan.

She sobered up a little when she started to think that maybe Grampa Rick could make one, then she remembered what happened the last time Grampa Rick made suits for dogs, and...yeah. No need to go there again.

"This is so cool," she said. "You're so cool. Thank you. Seriously. Like, no one's ever offered me spaceship lessons before. My dad was even all weird about teaching me how to drive a car."

That was because Jerry had been in a car with you behind the wheel, Summer. This guy, not so much.

Kanan gave his shoulders an easy shrug. Because clearly this was a lesson he was going to have to learn the hard way, or something.

"I figure if you live in a reality where aliens have taken over Earth, at the very least it can't hurt to know how to pilot a ship," he explained. "Especially if you're planning on getting into trouble. I'm not sure how the ships you'd be encountering compare to what I've got, but any starting point is better than nothing, right? The quick getaway they don't see coming might save your life someday."

"And the lives of others," said Summer, because of course she would. She had gotten a nice buzz from the prospect, bouncing a little in her stool. "Oh, man, when we finally get around to saving Grampa Rick, I'm going to blow his freakin' mind with what I can do thanks to everyone here. I'll be unstoppable, all across the multiverse."

Kanan's answering smile went the faintest bit wan, there.

"Hey, I'm sure you will," he agreed, ignoring the twisting feeling in his guts. "Maybe I'll show you how to fire a blaster, next."

Because if she was going to be a one-woman vigilante, flying across the galaxy saving people, she... might want to be armed for that.

"Oh," said Summer, preening a little, "I've shot a gun before. I mean, I definitely prefer not to, but I'm a pretty good shot, you know."

When they were imaginary people made up by brain parasites, anyway. She bit her lip, remembering that there were other times where she totally wussed out and got cold feet.

"But maybe a few formal lessons wouldn't hurt, either."

"I'll sleep easier at night," Kanan offered, slapping on a little grin in an effort not to be suddenly so jarringly serious. "Going over gun safety, if nothing else."

Maybe she'd pick up on that stuff better than Eliot, who had burned his own leg on a lightsaber the other day because he was swinging it around like a freaking baton.

Kanan was never going to let Eliot live that one down, no.

"Please," Liam said, as he found a seat at the counter, "tell me you've got burgers that aren't overly-processed sugar-laden monstrosities." In other words he would be happy with just about anything that wasn't a Mooby Burger. A beat. "...Sorry. That was kind of rude to just waltz in without saying hello first. So, hello," he offered Kanan a little wave.

Kanan snorted, raised an eyebrow, and gave a wave right back.

"I've served ruder," he assured the guy. "Plenty of time spent behind the bar at a cantina on a mining planet, you're fine. And yeah, we serve burgers made with actual meat, here, you're in luck there."

"Oh thank god," Liam said, visibly relieved. "I'll have one of those, then." And the 'mining planet' had his curiosity piqued, because as much as he'd heard about there being people from other planets here, he'd yet to actually meet one.

... Well, Magnus, but Liam was pretty sure he was actually just from another plane of reality entirely, and thus wasn't sure if that counted.

"One burger," Kanan replied, smirking a bit. Because of course he'd noticed that piqued curiosity, but so long as nobody asked, he wasn't going to up and start handing out his life story. "I'm pretty sure I'd lose my job if I didn't ask if you wanted fries with that."

"Wouldn't want the Burger Police after you," Liam agreed with mock-solemnity. "And the answer is yes, of course, fries." As a man with secrets of his own, Liam wasn't exactly the type to go demanding other's life stories. But an offhand mention of another planet, as if it were an every day thing, lent more credence to the idea than everyone just saying "oh yes there are aliens here and everyone's fine with it".

Fuck the Burger Police.

"Burger and fries, then," Kanan said, and sent the order to the back. The cook gave him a thumbs up and a broad grin. Apparently he'd also been sitting on the 'secret Jedi' end of the betting pool. "And something to drink while you wait? The milkshakes are good, if you're into that sort of thing."

Even if the milk here was all weird and white.

"With a side of mayo?" Liam asked. What? His mother had been Irish, it was a Thing. "For the fries. Not the milkshake. Which I'll have. Chocolate, I guess?" Kanan, of course, had no way of knowing Liam had never actually had one before, but if he was supposed to be Having Normal Human Experiences, it seemed like as good a start as any.

"Chocolate milkshake, fries with mayo," Kanan replied, shrugging easily. Sure, mayo was a fry thing. It wasn't like he'd red some kind of manual on Earth condiments or anything, anyway. "Sounds good."

He set to work getting the milkshake ready.

"You new around here? I don't think I've seen your face around the island yet."

It was a small island.

"New-ish?" Liam made a wiggling motion with one hand. "I'm the new sheriff, or so they tell me. So, regular police, not Burger Police."

Really, Kanan probably would have preferred the Burger Police.

"Oh yeah? So you're working with the troopers, huh?"

Kanan Did Not Trust the troopers. For reasons. Not that he let that show on his face when he asked that, a smug schmoozing note in his voice instead.

Hey, Liam had once worked for an alien race bent on subjugating humanity while simultaneously leading the Resistance movement against said aliens. He totally understood Kanan's mistrust. Or he would have, had that mistrust been expressed in dialogue instead of just narrative.

Working for said aliens had been a fairly high-profile job, though, so he also understood schmooze-notes. He just smiled at Kanan and nodded. "Uh huh. They hauled me in on a shuttle parking violation, but then were like 'Oh, hey, actually, you're supposed to be in charge here.' Kinda weird, but," he shrugged, "nobody's showed up at the station and told me to get out, so."

"Yeah, that sort of thing just kind of happens around here," Kanan replied, and then jerked a thumb in the general direction of the school. "It's how I wound up a teacher around here, anyway."

A pause.

"Well, less about the parking violation. I just set mine down on the landing pad on the roof of the apartment I'm staying in."

"Convenient," Liam remarked. "Mine ended up in the junkyard, of all places. Which seems like a kind of strange place for a shipyard, but it seems secure enough, so," he shrugged.

"It better be secure," Kanan snorted "Hera keeps her own ship there, and if anybody were to make off with the Ghost, I'm pretty sure heads would roll."

He paused, and then for the sake of clarification, added, "Hera's my roommate. Boss? Boss outside of this job and the school. Also the best damn pilot I've ever seen. If you saw the big jewel-shaped freighter when you parked, that one's hers."

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