Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

One of these days, Kanan would come in to work and not immediately look around to see what stupid nonsense the kitchen staff was up to. Today was not that day. Today, Kanan was walking into the kitchen to see that the horrifying pancake sculpture from last week, the one that had looked vaguely like one of his favorite critters that lived in the freezer, was significantly more metallic than usual.

...

"You had it bronzed?"

He was going to blame you for this, Miguel. Somehow, with the answers the busboy and the dishwasher were trying to provide to him both at the same time, he found himself pretty certain this was your fault.

Today's Specials:
Butternut Squash Soup and Pancakes
Gnocchi with Squash and Kale and Pancakes
Roast Pork Loin with Apples and Pancakes
Apple and Pomegranate Crisp and Pancakes
Pancakes and Pancakes
Bacon, Eggs, Ham, and Spam. And Pancakes.

"If I promise not to take away your weird bronzed pancake monster, can I have that last one but without the pancakes?"

[OOC: Open! Also with a weird holiday SP warning!]

Comments

[uncertain_dume]

No pancakes? How are you going to survive the week?

Kanan was intrigued by whatever that spread was, actually. He'd have to figure that one out.

[somethingwithturquoise]

if the lack of pancakes doesn't kill me, the skiing probably will. it's been nice knowing you, bdg. let's both hope there's cute medics to nurse me back to health.

Summer was really shoving all her hope into that cute medics basket, because she really watched way too many chick flicks.

[uncertain_dume]

Next time the school sends you all on a trip that involves throwing yourself at high speeds down the side of a mountain, should I send bacta with you in case the medics aren't cute?

These seemed like the important questions, really.