Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm not going to ask."

Kanan came in to work to see a giant monster head fashioned out of pancakes, mounted on the wall above the freezer. It was definitely made with a lot of care and attention to detail, at least?

Kanan was squinting at it instead of wiping down the counters, so sue him.

"Pretty sure I saw that guy in the freezer, once. Ate out of my hand and everything."

The dishwasher proceeded to look very uncomfortable.

Today's Specials
Pancake Art!
It might or might not resemble something, but it's definitely art.

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[uncertain_dume]

Kanan wasn't even sure which path of the conversation was more important to chase, here.

"We are," he said, because yes, confirming that Hera had asked him to wait was important, here. "We're just friends, and I'm the idiot who is still very interested anyway."

You could clearly be interested in someone without being an item with them, Cassie. This just meant that you were both in the 'not a chance' club together, now.

"The freezer's just a freezer. With it's own arctic ecosystem going on in there. And a transportation system, too."

[prophetnotpoet]

"Ooof. I've been there." Cassie winced sympathetically. "Wait, transportation system?"

[uncertain_dume]

"... Eliot really hasn't told you anything about this place, has he?"

Somehow, Kanan was both not terribly surprised, and somewhat astounded. Go figure.

[prophetnotpoet]

"We didn't actually know he was still alive until a couple years ago."

Watch out for that bus, Eliot.

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"Yeah, that sounds like Eliot."

Kanan had been hit by buses before. That didn't mean he was going to hesitate to join right in on throwing his boss under this one.

"I'm going to extend that offer again. On the freezer tour. At least in part because I don't think I can stress enough that I wasn't coming on to you, and now mostly because if you're going to understand what kind of ridiculous poodoo he gets up to around here, you're going to want to see this."

[prophetnotpoet]

"Alright, but if it's just a box of freezer burned pancakes, I'm going to be upset."

[uncertain_dume]

"There are probably also freezer burned pancakes," Kanan acknowledged. "You really will want to grab one of those coats, though."

He was already making his way over to pull one on, himself.

[prophetnotpoet]

"Admittedly if this is a practical joke, you have gone all out," Cassie said, picking one of the parkas that didn't look too grossly enormous. "Which will at least make this a good story to tell at the next Renn Fair afterparty."

[uncertain_dume]

"I have been to exactly one Renn Fair in my life," Kanan noted, pulling on his parka and making sure it was done up securely before reaching to open the freezer door. "I wound up teaming up with a friend of mine around here to show people how swords are supposed to be used."

You know. In order to not lose a limb or something.

[prophetnotpoet]

"Hey, what they lack in experience they make up for in enthusiasm," Cassie said. "We don't care what you do with them later, we just make and sell 'em." She popped the fluffy hood onto her head, feeling faintly ridiculous, and tucked her hands into the pockets. "What kind of sword work do you do?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan actually had to bite back a laugh, then. Was there anything he could say that wouldn't sound either pretentious or mostly just nonsensical to her, anyway?

"The kind that involves a glowing plasma blade, using a form that's named after silicon-based parasites that chew through starship hulls," he replied, pulling the freezer door open the rest of the way, and then stepping aside to make way for Cassie. "Watch that first step going in."

[prophetnotpoet]

Right, he was Hera's friend.

"Well sure, but do you hold it in one or two hands?" she asked.

Hey, if the two cultures had both developed what amounted to primarily the same language, she figured their sword styles had to have some crossover, too.

". . . Sweet mother of crap, the building isn't even this long."

Uncle Eliot had been holding out on her.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan could have spent his time talking all about the way of the mynock and various lightsaber techniques...

Or he could embrace the convenient distraction that the freezer presented, at least for the time being.

"Pretty sure the whole island isn't. I have yet to actually make it all the way to the back, and I've been trying for some time."

[prophetnotpoet]

"If you ever do, I'm renaming you Shackleton." Not that he would get that reference. "Or maybe I should go with 'Franklin'. I'm half-expecting to find the wreck of the HMS Terror in here."

It had already been found. But again, Kanan had no reason to know any of that. Cassie was just amusing herself at this point.

[uncertain_dume]

"I followed the 'wreck' part," Kanan said, smirking a bit. "You want to go hiking in there, or hop on the trolley?"

The freezer trolley. Because sure, that was a thing.