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Hannibal really did enjoy his adopted country (it had immense opportunities for someone like him), and he would also accept any excuse for a party.

So, here they were. He'd set up a decent, industrial-sized grill on the lawn, arranged for an insane number of picnic blankets (mostly red, white, blue, or some combination thereof), and even bribed one of the local magical types to ensure that the weather would be perfect. And he had, of course, been cooking for days; all that was left was grilling the last-minute things.

Jono had agreed to handle the fireworks later, but for now there was mostly mingling and food.

There were several dips: tomatillo salsa verde, french onion, and a bagna cauda, with both traditional and less common vegetables for dipping, along with homemade potato and tortilla chips.

There were any number of salads: crispy potato with chiles, celery, and peanuts, tomato, onion, and roasted lemon, cabbage and jicama, potato with grilled kale, and raw beet and cucumber.

Then there were the non-salad side dishes: flatbread with fava beans, cucumbers, and burrata, salted and spiced melon, "tater tots" with spicy mayonnaise, and of course grilled corn (with miso butter).

On the grill were burgers with a high-quality meat blend, veggie burgers, the best hot dogs available (with a number of interesting toppings available, and ribs.

To go with all of this were mint tea, watermelon basil iced tea, iced hibiscus sweet tea, watermelon sangria, and a keg of Baltimore Pale Ale.

And if the main dishes weren't enough, there were of course desserts. Sorbet in grapefruit cups, strawberry rhubarb pie, roasted pears with espresso mascarpone cream, and s'mores cupcakes.

This was Hannibal. There was no such thing as going overboard with food.

[OOC: Open post! Come and party!]

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Kanan took a moment to kind of picture that, though he wasn't completely sure what hollandaise sauce even was. So, inevitably, he was picturing it wrong.

"I'd probably try that at least once, too," he settled on. "Can't be any weirder than some of the food I've eaten, anyway. Earth doesn't have denusian squirmer stew. Lucky Earth."

Why, Ord Mantell? Why was your planet so wrong? Could they not have at least taken the beaks and eyeballs out, first?

"I don't know what that is," Summer admitted, "but I don't think I'd feel comfortable putting anything in my mouth that had the word 'squirmer' in its title."

"Smart," Kanan replied, grinning faintly. "They're little blue... I want to say bugs."

They were definitely something. Something that squirmed.

"We do have edible food back home too, of course. I'm pretty partial to a lot of the fruit."

"How does it compare to some of the fruits here?" Summer asked, helping herself to some of that tasty melon.

"Some of it's actually pretty similar," Kanan said with a nod to the melon. "I used to have a friend who loved melons, actually."

And then Big-Mouth had tried to kill Kanan, only to have his own blaster bolts deflected back at him, so that hadn't ended well, really.

"And we do have things like pears and apples, but they're... you know when something is close enough to be familiar, but it's not quite there, which almost makes it more disappointing? That's sort of what a lot of Earth fruit is like, for me."

"Awww." Summer was a picture of sympathy. "But I get that, thiugh. Is there any Earth food that turned out way better than you expected? "

With a p intend look at the table. "Besides That, of course."

Kanan looked at That and then broke into a laugh.

"No, That's pretty much what I expected when I took some," he replied. And then tilted his head a little. "But cow milk. That one caught me off-guard."

Of all the things. Milk. Reach for those stars, Jarrus.

"Cows' milk?" Summer asked. "Really? I mean, I guess, sure, if you've ever actually seen a cow, I can see why someone might be all, 'really? you're going to drink from that?', but you don't have, like, a space cow equivalent where you're from?"

"They're called nerf, and their meat tastes better than cows." Kanan shrugged. "And you can milk a nerf, too. But most of the milk we drink comes from banthas. And it's blue."

So the takeaway here was mostly that Kanan just kind of found cows to be disappointing overall.

"White milk? Weird. Not bad. Not as rich or as sweet as bantha milk. But weird."

Yes, he knew that human milk was white. That was, in fact, part of what made cow's milk weird to him.

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"Blue?" Summer had to laugh at that. "Are banthat blue, too? Like how chocolate milk comes from brown cows?"

Bad, Summer, no. Featured ted, she was pretty sure Kanan was smart enough to know better, but, hey, if he didnt? How could she pass that up?

Kanan snorted at that.

"I work in a diner that serves chocolate milk," he pointed out, grinning. "And I happen to have some idea of how mammals work. But no, bantha aren't blue. They're usually some variation on brown. And huge, and shaggy. Their horns alone are about as big as you are."

Summer snapped her fingers. Hey, it was worth a try, okay?

So she tried to picture a bantha and their size based on his comparison and it quirked an eyebrow, and then all of a sudden, all she could think about were Gazorpians, which was dumb, because they had arms there, not horns.

"I bet bantha farmers a pretty tough then, unless they're, surprisingly gentle giants, in which case, awww."

"Banthas are pretty docile," Kanan laughed. "Which is good, because you could probably also fit into one's mouth without much trouble. Maybe next time I'm back home I'll swing by somewhere that has them and try to get a holo for you."

It was difficult for Kanan to really explain what they looked like without having knowledge of any sort of Earth equivalent.

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