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Turtle & Canary; Friday [11/03].

Amaya still didn't know what that was on Tuesday; all she knew was that it was weird and she didn't like it and it was over now, so at least there was that. She didn't really appreciate weird stuff where she wasn't really herself, so she was looking forward to a pretty boring, basic day at the store, only to discover that it didn't look like she'd have that at all.

"What is all this stuff?" she asked when she came in and found Apu already busy at putting up a bunch of displays; it looked like something had exploded red and green, silver and white all over the place, snowflakes and fake trees and candy canes everywhere she turned.

Apu explained that it was everything for the holiday season, especially Christmas. "But...wait. We went over this, didn't we? I thought there was another one of these holidays between Halloween and Christmas. The Turkey One. Thanksgiving. What about that one?"

And Apu explained that this was tradition. As soon as Halloween got out of the way, you were supposed to start putting up Christmas stuff, and then he assured her that Thanksgiving was not being forgotten, see, there was a small section right here with things with turkeys and Pilgrims on them, plenty of cornucopia and, of course, more pumpkins and gourds.

Amaya just shook her head. "This place is weird," she said. "I liked the sound of that Thanksgiving one."

It involved food! And what kind of society placed more emphasis on a gift-giving holiday than a harvest-type one? Harvests, you know, the cornerstone of nearly any society she'd ever been a part of it...

Whatever, at least she could speak normally today and didn't have an unquenchable thirst for....not vine.

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Thank you, come again!

Who is undoing half of what Apu had done in her spare time. And then Apu would put it right back to where it was in his spare time. And then she would change it again in her spare time...

"Ah, this again," Kanan muttered as he wandered into the T&C in the morning. He gave his head a shake and then looked around a bit before spotting-- Ah! A familiar face. Sort of. A shame his wouldn't be, too. "Excuse me? I don't suppose there's a pet section hidden behind all of this tinsel, by any chance?"

His face might not be familiar, but the voice almost sounded like.... Amaya narrowed her eyes slightly, then shook her head, deciding to just cut off that train of thought before it gathered steam. Even if there was something to it, she'd rather just move along.

"Sure," she said, hitching her thumb in a general direction, "that'd be aisle ~~handwavey~~, but there's a pet store in town, too. You might have better luck there."

Oh, Amaya. But at least she was trying to be helpful, and perhaps just wanted to seem knowledgeable, even if she mostly just knew it because the pet store was next door to her house.

"What kind of pet have you got? And what are you looking for?"

"I've got a dog," Kanan replied with a grin. "He's tied up outside, but I'm not actually here for him. I just need an armload of soft toys."

Preferably ones that squeaked.

"He'll probably inherit them when I'm done with them, though."

He was going to be the squeaky toy guy now, wasn't he?

Soft toys, huh? Amaya pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, feeling like Fate wasn't going to let her avoid that one so easily. But he thankfully gave her an easy out to ignore it a little longer.

"When you're done with them?"

Sorry, Kanan. If you were a grown man coming into her shop looking for soft toys, you were going to get a lifted eyebrow. Especially if you sounded like a soft toy that she had previously...uh...met?

Kanan paused a moment, realizing a bit belatedly how that might sound.

"Wha-- Oh, no, it's for sword training," he said, holding up his hands in a sort of 'hold up, I'm innocent here' gesture. "I have a student I'm trying to teach some hand-eye coordination to, and she didn't much care for the idea of me throwing pebbles at her, so I decided I might as well go with a slightly less dangerous, more amusing option."

One that squeaked.

Amaya's demeanor completely changed before the word sword had even left his mouth, eyes brightening and a grin blossoming on her face. "Training, huh?" she said eagerly, and laughed a little. "Can't say I blame her; pebbles would be terrible for the blade, besides! Not sure if soft toys would be much better, unless you keep those practice blades sharp as wit, but I'm sure we can find something. Come on," she started turning to lead the way, "I'll show you. Although...most of those toys are pretty cute and cuddly, but that could be good training, too. Sometimes, the cute and cuddly ones are the most dangerous."

"We've got bamboo training swords," Kanan explained, with the air of a guy who had never really had to worry about a target that was bad for the blade. Still, he gave her a little grin, following along behind. "Nothing with a blade that needs to keep sharp. I want to make certain she's not going to cut off a foot before I give her anything that can do real damage. She's... new."

So, so new.

"I don't know how the really cute ones will work, mind. I want her to want to hit them, after all."

A furrowed brow glanced over Amaya's shoulder. "But the threat of losing a foot is one of the best ways to learn how to avoid it," she muttered as she turned back, shaking her head.

That lead them to the small selection of pet toys, which Amaya scanned quickly and could only conclude that the people who designed these things were sadistic weirdos. They had to know that the whole point of these toys were to have animals all but tear them to pieces. She frowned, not feeling particularly confident in finding something of the Not Cute variety.

"Oh!" she brightened as she reached for something and held it out. "How about this? This is clearly an abomination."

Hey, Amaya didn't have to tell Kanan about learning fast under pressure. He'd go on to make his future apprentice train by doing handstands on a high-altitude ship while fending off things being thrown at him, after all.

Kanan was only slightly sadistic. It was a Jedi thing.

"That... that is horrifying," he shared, blinking. "What is it?"

Besides an abomination, of course.

"I think," Amaya said, waggling it a little for her customer, "it's supposed to be a beaver. Looks like maybe one stuck smack-dab in the middle of a transformation spell gone wrong. Nice, industriois, clever little rodents, beavers. It's a shame what they've gone and done to this one. Have your student put it out of its misery. Repeatedly."

That was supposed to be some kind of rodent? Kanan looked unconvinced, but he reached to take it anyway.

"I think I'm going to have to," he decided, looking at it with sustained horror for another few seconds before making a reach for a few more toys on the shelf. "This is actually a pretty impressive selection, I have to say. I could've gone to the pet store, but Stance has come to associate there with treats. I'd never get to the park in time."

"Glad I could help," Amaya said with a small, proud pump of her fist. "Especially for such a good cause. Weaponry's a bit of a specialty for me, so it's good to know someone's oit there spreading the word on how to do it right."

She was making an assumption, of course, but she figured if she assumed wrong, that would come back around to him eventually.

"Somebody has to do it," Kanan replied, shrugging. "Especially around here. The last thing we need is for something big to attack and suddenly there are a dozen students in the streets swinging around weapons they don't know how to use."

That was how you put out an eye.

An eye was getting off easy.

And he had captured Amaya's attention even more. "Tell me more about these big things that attack," she said with a perhaps slightly disturbing glint in her eyes.

Hey, Kanan knew that glint. He used to get it in his own eye at the thought of running off to war and making a hero of himself.

He'd been a really stupid kid.

"That depends," he shared. "I've seen a few different things, though the one that sticks out most in my mind involved people meeting mindless, murderous alternate versions of themselves. It was..." He waved the squeaky beaver around a little. "Interesting."

Disturbing. It had been disturbing as hell.

And that look of excitement on Amaya's face fell away as quickly as it appeared, dropping into something akin to abject horror. Quite mercurial today, that Amaya.

"What," she said. "No. When you said something big, I thought you meant dragons or ogres or trolls, not existential crises walking on two legs. That sounds terrifying."

And something she definitely didn't sign up for. Granted, she hadn't signed up for this store, either, but...here she was.

"It was," Kanan replied, because he wasn't going to lie to her about that. "But things like that... they get dealt with. And we get our fair share of sharks falling from the sky to even things out, too."

Ugh, the sharks.

"Okay," Amaya said slowly, nodding, "sharks falling from the sky. That I can handle. Things like what you mentioned and things like waking up a vampire for a day, that...that I can do without. At least it won't be boring. And I can maybe fashion together a nice steel box to cloister myself in when things decide to get a little too...."

She gestured with her hands, because she didn't even want to bother with the words for that sort of thing.

"A little too much," Kanan supplied, because hell, he knew all about that sort of thing. "There are safe places to go on the island, even without the steel box. Caritas has protection spells on it, and the dorms are usually safe, even if we can't really get in deeper than the lobby. There's the library, too. John's got wards on that place that are strong enough to make a person's teeth buzz."

If, say, they were Force sensitive and prone to actually go looking to see what they felt like, that way.

"The island isn't a death trap. Not so far. It's just... occasionally overwhelming."

"Hhrrrnngghh."

For someone who despised feelings, Amaya certainly didn't have a problem wearing her hatred of them right there on her puffy sleeves.

"Well noted. Thanks for the advice." And since she had about her fill of that topic, she added, "I wouldn't want to keep you much longer, especially not with that dog of yours outside waiting. I'd offer a treat on the house, but then he'd start getting the same idea about here as he does the pet store. I hope they'll work out for your training,...err, uhh, I don't think I caught your name?"

"It's Kanan," Kanan replied, glancing at the shelves and grabbing a few more assorted toys for good measure. "Kanan Jarrus. And if they work out, I might even be back for more. I suppose we'll see, ah...?"

He didn't want to assume that her vampire name was what she wanted to be called, now.

Ah-ha!

"So that was you at that party!" Amaya declared, not sure if she was more excited that she guessed it by his voice or more confused that it had been something to be guessed in the first place. "Either that, or there's a another soft toy floating around out there with your voice and your name."

In case he didn't know. If there was a soft toy floating around with her name and her voice, she'd definitely want to know. And then find out which of her axes cut through soft toys best.

"That was me at the party," Kanan agreed, a little sheepishly. "I'm, uh, I'm usually a little more visible than that."

Such as right now, here. Being perfectly visible, and all.

"I wasn't actually the toy."

Just throwing that out there.

Guess who was putting up Christmas displays the day after freakin' Halloween...

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