Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan had come in to work this morning to be almost immediately accosted by the cook, who had ventured into the freezer for berries and had been almost immediately chased out again by what he described as a pterodactyl with a vacuum cleaner attachment for a face. Kanan had sighed, grabbed the parka, and gone in to investigate.

And to get the berries. Like hell he was letting a Sunday go by without a berry sauce for those damn pancakes he could already smell cooking.

Twenty minutes, two enounters with polar bears, a high-five with that something with tentacles, and a flock of disgruntled mynocks later, and Kanan was surfacing again with the berries, anyway.

"Mynocks," he muttered. "Someone had to go and disturb the mynocks."

Today's Specials:
It's Sunday. You know it's pancake day.

At least it wasn't wampas, Kanan supposed.

[OOC: Open, SP warning applies here tooooo.]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh," said Summer, head quirking to the side a bit. "Well, Nerf is a toy brand here, they make plastic weapons with foam arrows and bullets and shit. Like this."

Because they had technology to Google, and she was going to use it to show him on her phone.

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"Huh." Kanan leaned in for a better look at Summers phone. "Yeah, no, I was definitely talking about a large animal's rear end. But your nerf looks like more fun, at least."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer shrugged a little, quickly sending off a text to god-only-knew-who before tucking her phone back into her back pocket. "I wasn't much of a toy guns kid myself," she said. "More ponies and dolls, and most of the Nerf guns we had wound up mysteriously snapped in half because someone's little brother would constantly sneak up behind her and shoot her in the back of the head when she was trying to hang out with her friends..."

A small tide of rage rose and subsided back into the tranquil Summer sea.

"So I think your nerfs sound way more interesting. Are they, like, really fuzzy, with like curly hair like those shaggy cows in Scotland?"

And out came the phone again, because it was a long shot that BDG would know exactly what she meant.

[uncertain_dume]

Huh. The tide of rage didn't go unnoticed, but given the context...

Kanan was going to file that one under 'teenager things' and let it go, tilting his head at the phone thoughtfully.

"Actually, they're not far off," he replied. "Nerfs have a bit more tail, and shorter hair on their back ends, but..."

He tilted his head thoughtfully, and then pulled out his datapad and did a bit of poking around the holonet, himself, pulling up an image to show right back. And then pausing again and laughing a bit.

"In hindsight, I probably could've done that with the mynocks right off the bat, too."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You guys and your fancier technology," Summer teased, rolling her eyes, "but at least we know how to use it."

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"Hey, I know how to use the important stuff," Kanan chuckled. "A blaster, my ship, the caf maker, and the occasional horrible holodrama. What more does a guy need, right?"