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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan had heard that the situation at Luke's was bad. He hadn't realized quite how bad until he arrived to lend a hand during his usual Sunday hours and there wasn't a pancake to be seen.

You knew it was dire when it was a Sunday without pancakes. It still wasn't the worst he'd ever seen, but after eight years of traveling the galaxy in the wake of the Empire's takeover he had a really, really high bar to hit where that was concerned.

It looked like someone had done a lot of the tidying already. The puddles he'd half expected to find were gone, the chairs had been put upright, that sort of thing. There were still huge pieces of debris that needed to be cleared away, though, and so Kanan was making himself useful that way, trusting the Force to not let him move anything that was still carrying any sort of weight, because it looked like what was left of the upstairs needed all the support it could get.

Luke's wasn't open so much as the door was propped open with a mangled chair so that Kanan could haul the impossibly heavy stuff outside. There were going to be a lot of trips back and forth today.

And still no pancakes.

[OOC: Open in that it is a business post in town that you're free to swing by to interact in, but closed for business for obvious reasons!]

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There were no pancakes, but there was a Summer, poking her head in tentatively to get a look at the place.

"Heyyyy, need a hand?"

"Hey, Summer," Kanan said, an impossibly large piece of wreckage balanced on one shoulder (the Force was useful for this, at least) and a wry grin on his face. "I'm not going to turn down an assist if you're offering, but I don't think I'm supposed to get students to haul debris around. The company would be appreciated, though."

"Because a shark through my bedroom window wasn't enough to give my parents fuel to sue the crap out of this place if they wanted," said Summer, rolling her eyes. "Which they haven't done, nor do I imagine they will, so nothing to worry about there. I can help, really. I'd like to help. I'd feel bad just hanging around and distracting you. Besides, my friend Peridot still has my phone, and I need something to do with my hands. Anything. Please? They say idle hands are the devil's workshop, and I should know, I used to work for the guy..."

"Now I'm halfway wondering who they'd sue," Kanan noted, tilting his head thoughtfully. "The weather? The sharks?"

Could you even sue over a literal act-of-god? Gods? God of Biscuits? Maybe they'd sue the pastry place...

Kanan was overthinking this.

"But sure, we'll find something for you to do. How do you feel about going through the dishes seeing if there's anything that can be salvaged? I need to haul some more of this debris out, but there's plenty of stuff in the kitchen that took a beating." He paused, then added, "Just stay out of the deep freeze. There are bears in there."

"Oooh," said Summer cheerfully, "just the thing to have me potentially tearing my hands to shreds on broken glass and ceramics! But, no, kidding, that sounds fine. I'll be careful. And, yeah, that's the freezer of 'let's toss sharks in there because that's a thing!' I'm not planning on going anywhere near it unless I absolutely need to."

"I mean, we do have gloves for that, Summer," Kanan replied, smirking a bit. "But hey, if you want to shred your hands, that's your prerogative."

In all honesty, he had been planning to just levitate the broken bits out of there using the Force anyway.

"Cut fingers might be pretty effective to help with my phone addiction," Summer mused, though it was pretty clear by her voice that she didn't think the phone addiction was really a problem. She peeked around for the best place to start with the dishes. "Soooooooo, I know you clearly came out in one piece, but how's your post-sharkopalypse life going?"

"Well, the place I work has been totalled," Kanan said, gesturing around with the hand that wasn't currently keeping far-too-much-rubble balanced on one shoulder before he crouched down to pick up what had essentially been a large chunk of rafter under his free arm. "And my dog is still freaked out at the idea of going anywhere near the living room window. He's been pretty much hiding behind Chopper at any possible opportunity. But overall, I can't complain. We pulled through alive, that's the important part. How about you? Your dorm room got it, huh?"

"Yeah," Summer snorted, after the appropriate amount of time to frown for poor little freaked out Stance. "Apparently, like, the only one, too, that I can tell? Wouldn't that be my luck? I mean they were pretty quick to fix it, and it wasn't really that bad, all things considering, but my roommate's pretty skittish, and I'll admit, it freaked me right the fuck out, too. But, I mean, a shark through my wall isn't even the freakiest thing to happen to me? I feel bad for Shiemi, though, and all of our stuff, but no one seemed really hurt, so that's good."

"That is good," Kanan agreed, nodding and frowning a little. "Is it stuff that can be replaced, at least? All that really suffered in our place besides Stance's nerves were the window and the lamp that I threw at the shark before Hera got it with her blaster."

His hero.

"You threw a lamp at a shark?"

Ignoring the other stuff for the moment for important things. Priorities!

And, no, she would not wipe that smirk off her face, so don't even ask.

"It was in my living room," Kanan muttered, disappearing through the door for a moment in order to deposit the armload of debris before peeking his head back into the kitchen. "Terrorizing my dog. The lamp was closer than my blaster."

... Hera had basically saved the day, yes.

Summer would expect no less.

"We just kind of just pushed ours right back out the hole it made," Summer shrugged. "Personally, I just kind of wished I lived higher than the second floor. The splat it made was satisfying, but it could have been so much more."

"Ours wound up in pieces in our freezer," Kanan offered. "Also pretty satisfying."

Like, sadistically so, sure. Kanan didn't seem all that bothered as he walked back in and started picking through the debris for other large, heavy pieces to haul.

"Are you going to cook it up like Dr. Lecter?" Summer asked. "Cook you up some nice shark stew? Ooooh!"

That sudden brightness of an idea could not be a good thing.

"Can I have some?"

"Uh... sure," Kanan replied, blinking. "Some stew, or just the meat?"

They had so much shark meat, even after bringing a bunch of it to Dr. Lecter's cookout. He would not be averse to parting with some.

"Just the meat, please!" Summer said brightly, dropping another broken dish into the pile that was slowly building up in front of her.

The 'broken and dangerous to have around small children' pile was significantly larger than the 'possibly salvageable maybe?' pile.

"Not much, maybe, I don't know, a pound? That should be enough."

See, now Kanan had to kind of blink, smirk, and tilt his head at Summer as he hefted up another chunk of what used to be ceiling.

"And now you have me wondering, what are you going to do with a pound of shark meat, anyway?"

"Oh," Summer rolled her eyes, "like I'm just going to tell you. You'll have to wait. It'll be a surprise."

"... And now I'm worried," Kanan decreed, crouching down for yet another hefty hunk of former upstairs. "I'm not going to regret this, am I?"

He didn't actually seem all that concerned.

"I cannot promise anything," said Summer, squaring her shoulders, lifting her chin, "but I'm preeeeettttty sure you won't regret it. In fact, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, Bus Driver Guy. No need to worry. Don't you trust me?"

Because how could anyone not trust those big ol' eyes batting fluttering eyelashes at him?

"There's no way to make me not trust something faster than asking me if I trust you," Kanan said, laughing and shaking his head. "But sure, I'll toss some shark your way. Want me to bring it in next weekend?"

"Ooooh, no," Summer scrunched her nose up a little. "That won't work. Classes are ending, so I've got to go back home that week for another stupid evaluation." She stuck out her tongue a little in disgust. "And I definitely want to do this before I leave. You have your class tomorrow, don't you? I could swing by ~~oh so handwavily~~ before hand, pick it up, if you don't mind lugging a pound of frozen shark tidbits with you?"

"I don't mind lugging a pound of shark meat around," said the guy who was currently balancing about a hundred pounds of wreckage on one shoulder with relative ease, "if you don't mind being up early enough that I can pass it off to you before class. Ours is the first period in the day, you know."

"Worth it," said Summer. "I'll survive. I used to have to get up at that time every day back at my own school. I think I can manage."

"Well then, meet us at the junkyard," Kanan replied, smirking. "That's where we have our class gather, since it isn't really like we're going to park the Ghost on the school lawn."

... Though they probably could.

Dragging herself all the way into town dampened the perspective a little, but then again, the Perk was in town, too. "Sounds good," she decided and then she sighed heavily. "Man, I wish you guys could name your class something lame, like Algebra or Underwater Basketweaving, to trick the Federation into thinking I can take it. Heck, I bet you could teach a class like that and it would still be better than some of what I got stuck with this semester. I can't wait to see what fresh hell awaits next semester."

"Well, one of these semesters maybe I'll come up with something innocent-sounding enough," Kanan at least tried to sound apologetic about that one. "I don't really have enough experience with what your world considers boring classes, so I don't really have much in the way of places to start from."

He'd have to work on that, he supposed.

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