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The Park, Friday Afternoon

Right. Friday. And tomorrow, another group of students would be making their way to the island, unaware of the fresh hell they'd eventually be introduced to through this place. Kanan wasn't entirely certain just how much he wanted to care, all things considered. On the one hand, new semesters often turned up the most interesting (or worrisome) people. On the other hand, he wasn't teaching this time around, unless one counted sword lessons in the park, anyway. Which he did, sure, but... it wasn't quite the same?

At least this week, he could stand on both legs and his arms were behaving themselves. Another week of taking it easy and basically plastering himself in bacta patches had helped with that. So he was at the park today with his practise sword in hand, running through soresu forms while he waited for his usual student.

... Assuming she was back from her Smekday trip home, anyway. If not, well, actually moving around would be good for him. He'd been going stir-crazy cooped up at home.

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Tip had just gotten back to the island that morning. As much as she hated the holiday -- especially all the build up -- actually spending time at home with her family had her feeling pretty good. J.Lo and her mom got why she was so grumpy, and the Tucci family Christmas/Smekday celebrations tended to be warm, bubbly, and completely different from how the rest of her world celebrated.

Plus, her mom had sprung for Tip to visit a braiding salon in Philadelphia, so she was rocking some nice, funky braids under the cozy-warm hat J.Lo had made her.

So it was rather a more cheerful Tip who showed up for sword practice today. Still guarded, but she was faking it well on the outside, at least.

And it wasn't like Kanan didn't see the guard, in any case. Still, the faking it was... not necessarily appreciated, but it made it that much easier for him to fake that he didn't notice, himself.

"Hey, Gratuity," he greeted, offering her a brief grin and a little nod. "Nice hat."

... It was looking at him.

"J.Lo made it," Tip said. "He's crafty."

"So he is," Kanan agreed, nodding a little. He liked J.Lo. He was nice, in a weird kind of upside-downy way. "Looks fun, anyway."

Not that he'd wear something like it, granted, but it wasn't for him.

"Totally fun," Tip said. "Even better, it's warm."

Which the weather in the Mid-Atlantic was decidedly not, just now.

"True enough," Kanan agreed. "Should I start looking at a warmer place to do these sessions in until the cold passes by? It's going to get worse before it gets better, if last year was any indication."

"Yes," Tip said, rather more emphatically than she'd intended. "Honestly, I'd probably hibernate all winter if I could get away with it."

That had been one advantage of the depressed fugue she'd gone into after the Boov first invaded. She'd stayed firmly indoors that January.

Kanan considered that carefully, and then nodded a little.

"Maybe the gym in town will let us tear the place up on Fridays," he mused. "I think they have targets there for that sort of thing already. If not that, I might have to suck up to Hera and ask if we can use the cargo hold of the Ghost or something."

"Sword fighting on a spaceship," Tip mused. "It'd be pretty thematic, if nothing else."

"Thematic?" Kanan grinned at that, though there was a touch of bemusement behind it. "How do you figure?"

"I'm learning sword-fighting from a space monk because I don't like using the gun I got from an alien."

"... Thematic," Kanan agreed.

It was hard to deny that.

"I suppose we could keep it even more on point and just fly somewhere warmer to train," he added, "but I'm pretty sure people on this planet would have a few things to say about the Escape moving through their airspace."

"Plus I might have to throw myself to the ground and refuse to budge when it came time to leave."

"We could set you up with a holoprojector for all your classes," Kanan said, half-teasing. "Just take them remotely from the warmth and comfort of... Uh..."

He scratched at his chin awkwardly.

"What's a warm place this time of year, anyway? South of here, right?"

"Pretty much anything south of here. You go far enough, and it'll be summer officially instead of winter."

Kanan shook his head a little, and smiled. For Tip's sake, he wasn't going to call Earth 'cute,' but he was still going to think it.

So many biomes all on one world!

"We'll save it as a last resort," he decided. "If we're lucky, Hera will let us use that cargo hold. We can make chopper set up targets."

Sure, that would go over well.

"Ooo, who's Chopper?"

Tip would love Chopper.

Even Kanan was kind of starting to grudgingly appreciate Chopper.

"He's Hera's astromech droid," he replied with a shrug. "This little orange garbage can she keeps around presumably to help with ship maintenance, but mostly he just grumbles and threatens people with his stunner."

Chopper was charming, dammit.

"I like him already," Tip decided.

Someone ought to threaten Kanan with a stunner on a regular basis, after all.

"Maybe he and Bill can be friends."

"Hey, maybe," Kanan replied. "But I can't make any promises about how Chop's going to react to another droid. He's, uh, touchy."

Maybe that was just Kanan's experience. That was definitely Kanan's experience.

They could have bubble vs stunner fights! What could possibly go wrong?

"Sometimes robots have to be that way," Tip said. "It's the only way they can get your respect."

She'd made friends with Bill by being literally the first being to ever treat him like a person. She had Opinions on the subject.

Electrified bubble chaos. Was that a thing? It would probably become a thing.

"They do tend to be pretty overlooked back home," Kanan admitted, casually giving his sword a twirl in his hand. "Considering they're as sentient as you or me, it's... unfortunate."

"Unfortunate," Tip said, giving him a Look (one that might have more weight if he were better versed in the history of her country of origin). ". . . Yeah, sure, I guess that's a word for it."

Unfortunately, Kanan wasn't so well versed. But he knew that sort of look all the same. He was currently pretty close with a native of Ryloth, after all.

"It's understatement," Kanan sighed, "I know. We've got a lot of battles to fight back home. Doing away with restraining bolts has got to be somewhere on the really, really long list."

It was complicated. It was always complicated.

It was really astonishing how hard "don't own other people" was for cultures to grasp.

"Hope it's pretty high up," Tip said. "If nothing else, robots are useful allies when it comes to fixing other stuff."

She never would have made it through New Boovworld without Bill, after all.

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