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Luke's, Sunday

"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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"Sooooo, it's abstract pancake art," Cassie said, looking over the specials. "This is officially the weirdest diner I've ever seen."

"Tell me about it," Kanan said, grinning over at the girl and giving her a nod of greeting. "You'll have to take that one up with Eliot. I've given up trying to keep these idiots in check."

"I may just do that! I have a lot of pull with your boss, you know."

Well. She could play the family card, anyway.

Well, that was an interesting one. Kanan raised his eyebrows a little, smirking all the more.

"You're here to visit Eliot, then, are you?"

"That's part of the plan," Cassie said. "I'm also here to investigate this weird island he doesn't want to invite us to come see."

Kanan chuckled a little at that.

"Doesn't he know that just makes it more tempting to come here? Was he ever a kid himself?"

"My mom swears he was. But I'm not convinced she was, so." Cassie shrugged. "I'm Cassie, by the way."

"Kanan," came the reply, along with a little irreverent salute. "Sunday guy. The keeper of the pancakes, apparently."

Which... he'd given up. There were some battles he was willing to fight forever. The pancake battle was not one of them.

"So tell me, Kanan, Sunday Guy, Keeper of Pancakes." It wasn't an old joke, it was a classic. "What exactly is 'pancake art'?"

Kanan just raised his eyebrows and gestured for her to peer into the back, to take in the unique sculpture hanging over the freezer if she so desired.

"I thought it would have something to do with how long the batter stayed on the hot plate," he noted, "but it turns out the cook is hell-bent on doing pancake sculpture. Possibly installation art, I don't know. I'm torn between knocking one of the pancake stacks down on the entire kitchen staff," again, "or applauding them for exercising their creativity."

"I don't even know them and I'm torn on that one," Cassie said. "Clearly you have to do both."

"... Please tell me I'm allowed to start with the pancake stack avalanche."

This was important, Cassie. Very important.

The busboy was already diving for cover.

Cassie held up her hand. "As the boss's niece, I grant you this permission."

"Oops."

That was a completely insincere 'oops,' yes. That was the sort of oops that came out of the mouth of a man who was clearly reaching a hand to lean against a wall or a door frame, and who happened across a giant karking stack of pancakes instead.

The resulting pancake disaster was rolling, thunderous, and conveniently all just happened to slide off the counter in the direction facing away from Kanan and Cassie.

Cassie managed to get her phone camera up and recording in time to catch the majority of that collapse.

If only Vine was still a thing!

"Now that," she said. "Was art."

You had better believe Kanan was taking a bow for that one.

"One of these days," he shared, "I'll come in on a Sunday and they'll either have made something else for the daily specials, or at the very least they'll have settled on a sane amount of pancakes."

He still wasn't sure what they did with all the extras every week.

"What do they even do with all of them?" Cassie and Kanan were clearly on the same wavelength.

"Build tusked monster heads to mount above the freezer, apparently," Kanan replied, looking up again at the... whatever the hell it was up there, and then shrugging. "Not that we don't get pancake orders on Sunday, but honestly, how they haven't put the place out of business just making too many pancakes is beyond me."

"Maybe this place is secretly a front for the mob."

Somewhere, Eliot was facepalming and wasn't sure why.

Kanan was just breaking into a silly little grin at that.

"Oh, it's probably not a front," he shared. "I've seen fronts. They've never had bears in the freezer before."

Rancors in the basement, sure. Bears, though?

"Is that a metaphor?" Cassie looked around and leaned forward. "Does my uncle have a leather club in the back room?"

This was probably a horrible life choice. Kanan was about eighty percent certain that Eliot would try to kill him for this one, but...

"Grab a coat, I can take you for the weirdest freezer tour you've ever been on."

Probably only with occasional mynock. Maybe a tentacle beast or two...

Hell was saving a special spot for Kanan.

"OKay, so, if that's a come-on, I'm very flattered, but I like girls." Cassie no. "And if it's not, I worry about what you think is an exciting afternoon for the modern young Earth woman."

"... What?" Kanan paused for a long moment, and then buried his face in his hand. "Oh, karking hell, no. I'm very much already interested in this nice green lady in town. And even if that was a come-on, there are less logistically unfortunate places to suggest than one that would lead to actual frostbite on somebody's backside."

"You're the one offering to give me a tour of a freezer," Cassie said. "Wait, Hera said you were just friends."

She knew she didn't have a chance with the pretty green lady, but still!

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."

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

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

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

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

Watch out for that bus, Eliot.

"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."

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

"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.

"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."

"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.

"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?"

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."

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.

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."

"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.

"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.

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