Luke's, Sunday

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"Well... this is... bright."

Kanan squinted as he looked around the diner, at the strings of lights that were hung up this way and that. Sure, he'd woken up to much the same at home this morning, but at least with the windows open the lights were a bit less... intrusive... than, say, the kitchen, where the staff had turned out all the other lights in what Kanan assumed was an effort to make the place as festive as possible.

"But not bright enough, guys. You can't run around a kitchen with hot food and knives by just the light of the... those things. Here, let me just--"

The busboy didn't tackle Kanan in time. He flicked the switch, and for a half-second the kitchen was properly lit before they were left standing in complete darkness.

"You're kidding."

The dishwasher shrugged. They'd tried to tell him.

Today's Specials:
Pancakes*
Baked Potato Eggs*
Mulled Wine*

*When the electricity allows

[OOC: Open!]

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"Here, too, huh?" Summer stepped into the diner, took a look around, shrugged her shoulders, and proceeded to her usual spot. Like she was going to let a little power outage keep her from Sunday tradition. "These lights totally blew out my room, too. When this place goes holiday, it goes hard."

She herself was still wearing a Santa hat, sucking on a candy cane. She'd learned that with things like these, it was often easier to just go with the flow and embrace it.

"Still better than a giant homeless Santa exploding in the sky. Here."

She pulled up her phone, set it on the counter, where it projected a nice little hologram of a crackling fireplace. "Perfect. Who needs dumb old regular lights anyway?"

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"It's not the lights I'm worried about," Kanan noted, casting a curious look at the fireplace. "Hopefully you don't mind your pancakes lukewarm today, though. And it'll be hard to run the milkshake machine, though we've gotten lucky for a few minutes here and there."

No electricity was kind of tragic, if you liked anything that didn't involve actual fire and a hand mixer.

"Do I want to know what's up with the giant homeless Santa?"

He suspected he didn't.

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"Definitely not."

And Summer, who wanted to eat, was not about to tell him, either. She already regretted saying so much.

"And you don't have to make pancakes this week," she added. "I'll just do something that doesn't need the stove or anything, like a ham sandwich or something, that's fine. And your guys's freezer's on a generator, right? Aren't there still, like, sharks in there?"

And god knows what else was lurking, waiting to be thawed out and unleashed...

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"There are probably still sharks in there," Kanan confirmed. "Unless the polar bears made off with them. Or that thing with the tentacles."

He shrugged.

"But a ham sandwich is doable. And I'm pretty good with a kitchen knife, if anything in the freezer gets any ideas." A pause. "That said, I think it's running on some kind of nuclear core, so I doubt we have anything to worry about there."

Hell, for all he knew, the diner was running on that same power supply, and the power outages were just Fandom being difficult.

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"Oh, cool," said Summer, dry as the Sahara, "so those sharks and polar bears and things with tentacles are just chilling out near a nuclear core, that's totally not a recipe for a horror film or anything."

It was not a complaint.

A girl who had eaten fly ice cream and other humans had no room to complain about potentially radioactive calamari.

"If you guys ever pull of anything weirder than Cronenbergs, though, then I'll be impressed."

Pause.

"Those were what we ate when we went to the world where my grampa turned pretty much everyone into mutants except members of my own family," she explained.

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Kanan blinked, too.

"I'm pretty sure if we pull off anything that weird, Eliot won't let us serve it,' he noted. "Not that the cook won't try, I'm sure, but Eliot's got standards."

He paused, and looked around at the lights that were once again failing to be on.

"Island weirdness notwithstanding."

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"You know, though," Summer mused, "as far as Island Weirdness goes, this isn't too bad. It's really getting me in the holiday spirit, which, I mean, isn't too hard, but I'm really dreading having to deal with two Christmases this year. All of this," she gestured toward the currently dim Christmas lights, the Santa hat even though this one was totally voluntary, "makes it seem almost not so bad. Do you guys have anything like Christmas where you're from?"

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Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug and his head a shake.

"I mean, I never did," he replied. "But it's a big galaxy, I'm sure somebody had something."

The Wookiees had Life Day!

Kanan wasn't a Wookiee, though.

"I never quite did understand the point of Christmas last year. Now mostly I'm getting some kind of weird holday-mishmash vibe from it. Like a room of people all listed off things they would like to use to celebrate something with, and then they threw it all together and decided to make it work." He paused. "And something about presents."

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"Well, presents are the most important part," Summer said with a smirk, "so I'm glad you retained at least that much. Good cheer, the importance of family, blah blah blah. Another Christian holiday that has overrun the landscape due to its ability to be bastardized for the sake of relentless consumerism. We've never been very religious, so it's really more of an excuse for my dad to bitch at us for not being more family orientated." She scoffed, grinning. "Which bit him in the ass last year, so I can't wait to see what he has to say about family this year."

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Kanan gave Summer a brief grin of his own at that. It was hard to have a leg to stand on when lecturing about family if you were a divorced man who had spent most of Parents Weekend hitting on anything vaguely feminine in order to try to make the ex jealous, true.

"Sounds like you've got some ammunition this year," he agreed. "I never did really get all that family stuff that people go on about, myself. Honestly, I'm mostly in it for the peppermint, this year."

He was an easy sell where sweets were involved, so sue him.

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"Good focus," Summer agreed with an enthusiastic wave of her candy cane. "In fact, you have to let me get you a peppermint mocha at the Perk some time, tons of whip cream, and maybe little candy cane shaving on top? To. Die. For. Maybe knock a little whiskey in there. That's a holiday spirit I can get behind."

And she leaned forward a little, disclosing the following as if it were a secret. "And the family stuff is sort of weird and bullshit, anyway. Every family is different. Families themselves change so much in, like, the blink of an eye, everyone just holds their breath and gets drunk and waits for it to just pass, and then turn right around and blather on about how they can't wait for next year. So. Freaking. Dumb."

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"Peppermint mocha at the Perk," Kanan echoed, and then broke into a grin. "Hell, it's a deal. I, uh, need to stock up on the whiskey again, though."

Last weekend had been brutal.

"And I... think I'm following the family part," he added, carefully. "I've never really had one to do things like this with, but the way you're talking about it, it sounds like it's more trouble than it's worth anyway."