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The Park, Friday Afternoon

The island was quiet. Kanan's usual Friday student was in some snowy place somewhere, and the weather was, while not ideal, at least not raining on his head.

Hera was a nexu. Stance continued to be a dog. A dog who wanted to play with the nexu.

So, Kanan could come to the park to run through lightsaber forms, but instead he was going to come to the park to let Stance chase the ducks and let Hera... probably eat the ducks. He was not going to be the stupid person who tried to tell a four-eyed, two-tailed, giant quilled cat with a mouth like a bear trap what to do at the park. Just so long as she wasn't eating his dog, he was going to consider it a win.

He was going to have to do so much explaining to Chopper at some point about why Hera wasn't at the scrapyard for her shift today, but he was going to do that... later. For now he had found himself a place on the grass to meditate while the two critters wreaked havoc behind him.

He was keeping an eye on them, honest. In a manner of speaking.

[OOC: Open if there's anyone left on the island!]

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Seivarden was feeling miserable. That wasn't something new, but for the past couple of days her roommate had been missing and there had been a bat in the apartment.

She really, really wanted to go somewhere else. Anywhere, as long as she could by kef. And preferably civilized enough to have decent tea. Although the tea here was one of the few acceptable things, as long as you stayed away from the paperbag variety.

This was some of the things on her mind, and as she kept walking through the park, she didn't notice the dog and... whatever that other creature was until she was right in front of them.

Perhaps to no one in particular, or to the person sitting on the grass, she said:

"What is that?"

Not the dog, that other... thing.

Kanan sighed and cracked open one eye.

"What, my dog?"

Stance had rainbow spots. He was very distinctive.

The nexu was less weird, at least by nexu standards.

Dogs came in all sorts of colours. Seivarden had never seen a nexu.

"No, the other thing." She waved a gloved hand in the direction of the nexu, silently hoping it didn't bite. Or that the dog didn't. That really wouldn't improve her day, and it seemed that this place didn't even have correctives.

The aforementioned nexu gave a little growl at being referred to as a 'thing.' Kanan sighed, pulled himself to his feet, and made his way over to calm her down.

"Currently, she's a nexu," he shared. "A cat from where I'm from. Usually, she's Hera. My roommate, and the best damn pilot I've ever known. Careful, you don't want her to bite. The dog won't, though."

Seivarden took a few steps back, an eye on the growling nexu.

By now, she was almost expecting something confusing to happen as soon as she left the apartment. Or even without leaving it. That this made no sense came as no surprise.

"A pilot of what?"

What else was there to ask?

"Freighters, fighters, I'm pretty sure so long as it flies, Hera can fly it," Kanan said, reaching down to put a tentative hand on her head.

And maybe cheating a little. Because if he could use the Force to dissuade a violent cat from biting his hand off, why wouldn't he?

"She's the best starship pilot I've ever seen, and that's saying something."

"I haven't seen many of those around here," Seivarden noted, wistfully. "Another universe?"

One that people could return to?

"Another galaxy, at the very least," Kanan agreed. "Not sure whether it's the same universe or not. We don't get very far from our own galaxy, generally, unless we're coming here."

He tilted his head a bit.

"There are a few ships on the roof of one of the apartment buildings. More parked over at the scrapyard. Hera keeps her ship there. I keep mine on that roof."

Because he lived there, his ship was small, and why not?

"They are small, then?"

Seivarden crossed her arms, fidgeting. She was still restless, despite the distraction of conversation and strange animals, and there really wasn't anything she could do about it.

"Smaller than some Imperial ships I've seen," and been shot at by, for that matter. Kanan shrugged. "Hera's ship is significantly larger than mine, she's got living quarters in there and everything. Mine's less for living, more for getting from place to place."

And maybe shooting at stuff.

"You're from somewhere with space travel, then."

It was an observation. Kanan was also observing this person's fidgeting. He'd seen that sort of fidget before. Hell, he'd done his fair share of that fidgeting, too. He was going to hold off from mentioning it, at least for the time being.

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"I am," Seivarden said, unaware of Kanan's unmentioned observations.

"I used to command my own ship."

And be someone who had a place in the world, and a quite privileged one at that.

Kanan knew all about just how much could be hiding behind a 'used to.' He nodded a little.

"Big one, huh? So, how strange are you finding Earth, so far?" A pause. "Or are you from one of those Earths that has actually managed to get past their own moon?"

Which was so cute. Poor Earth, so bad at space.

"A Sword. A warship. And no, I hadn't even heard of a place called Earth before I came here."

She paused.

"How strange? You just told me that your pilot friend turned into an animal."

Kanan paused for a moment himself.

"... In fairness, I'm pretty sure Hera turning into an animal is strange even by Earth standards. Back home, there are some races that can shapeshift, but that isn't quite the same thing."

He looked down at Hera thoughtfully. She was licking one wickedly-clawed paw, not seeming to care much about the two humans who were chatting about her, or the dog who was trying to get her attention.

"And she isn't one of them," he added. "I was mostly talking about things like the technology and the customs. The island's weirdness is something else entirely."

"The technology is really primitive." Seivarden shook her head. She guessed they would agree on that. "And most of the customs are completely impossible to understand. At least you can find decent tea, if you look for it. Unless you go to that tea shop."

Kanan broke into a little laugh at that.

"What, the Perk? Pretty sure that's because it's a coffee shop, not a tea shop," he offered. "Hell, the stuff I drink is closer to coffee than tea is, and they can't even get me a decent cup of that." He paused, and then added, "Come to think of it, I have yet to meet somebody who can actually get what they ordered from that place, unless they walk in and order whatever's seasonal."

Which, this time of year, meant pumpkin spice. Which Kanan was fine with, but sometimes he just wanted a damn cup of caf.

"So it's not just me, then."

Although by now Seivarden had become quite unpopular among the baristas.

"You would expect there to be another place by now, considering the service. They have tea, I can't see why they can't at least try to make it decently."

Kanan shrugged his shoulders at that.

"I imagine if you were to ask them to put in a special order, they'd at least consider it. If not, there are other places that serve tea that you might have luck with. J,GoB, that pastry shop? They usually have coffee and tea to go with what they're serving. A few of the restaurants, too. Come into Luke's, I'm sure Eliot would be more than willing to put in an order for whatever it is you're looking for, even if we do mostly do food there."

"Lukes? Is that a place where you work?"

That sounded potentially promising, and she couldn't stand staying in the apartment as much as she did.

Also, she couldn't cook.

"Yeah," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It's the diner down on the corner of Black Swan and Unicorn. They can make pretty much anything in the kitchen, the counter staff just needs to shake them down for it, sometimes."

Kanan enjoyed the shaking part, he wasn't going to pretend otherwise.

Seivarden doubted the 'anything' part, but at least she might get something decent to eat by the sound of it. She would just have to try not to think about that people had cooked it with bare hands.

"Any specialties I should ask for, though?"

"Sunday is pancake day," Kanan offered, grinning faintly, "though I wouldn't exactly call that a specialty. I've only been on this planet for a year, so I'm still not as familiar with the local delicacies as I could be, especially the seasonal ones. Do you have any restrictions on what you can eat, first?"

"Do you serve fish?" Seivarden asked, avoiding the question. "I expect you do," she added, "Since we are on an island. And do you permit customers to eat with their hands?"

Because that was really unappetizing.

They were... odd questions, but Kanan shrugged his shoulders all the same.

"We serve fish," he agreed. "And there are some foods around here that are meant to be eaten with the hands. Though there are booths to sit in where you can't see people doing it, if you'd rather not."

He was guessing, based on the gloves and the tone of voice, there, but he was pretty sure that wasn't something this person was asking in hopes of being able to do so, too.

"Oh, good," Seivarden replied. "I went to that picnic where everyone ate food with bare hands and it was quite unciv... unappetizing. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to that custom."

She wrinkled her nose.

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