fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

So what if it was a holiday? It wasn't like Kanan had a list anywhere telling him which days he was supposed to take off every year.

Or, rather, there was probably a list, but Kanan wasn't terribly interested in checking it. People needed to eat no matter what day of the week it was, and besides, he was still itching to get out and about after all the time he'd spent cooped up and healing in the wake of the slugs and the tentacle god thing and whatnot.

Fortunately, the kitchen staff seemed to be thinking something along the same lines. Kanan would never pretend to understand them, but he could be thankful that they weren't going to leave him alone in the kitchen to figure out any big food orders for the various parties that were going on around town tonight.

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Today's Specials:
Pork Tenderloin with Balsamic Onions
Spice-Roasted Carrots with Lentils
Tiramisu Cheesecake
Pancakes

And, of course, Kanan was going to sample that cheesecake for quality screening purposes before doing anything important today.

[OOC: Same note as my other two posts today. Notifs have been completely nonexistent for me for days, poke me if I'm quiet for a while.]

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"I'm mad at you," Summer said by way of a greeting as she came into the diner this Sunday and plopped herself onto her usual stool. Sure, she still had to get the common room decorated for her party later, but this was important, too.

"... You're mad at me?"

This one was news to Kanan, actually. He blinked up at her.

"Yeah," said Summer, folding her arms in front of her and simpering...simpering...at him. "It's my last semester and I finally got to choose my own classes and you're not even teaching."

So it wasn't real mad, but enough that she had to give him crap about it.

Well... that was better than any one of the million reasons that people could be mad him. Kanan smiled faintly and shook his head.

"Well, kark me," he muttered. "You had me worried, there. I don't suppose I could make up for it with more flying lessons or something?"

"More flying lessons," Summer agreed, "and maybe that trip to your galaxy you promised me. And convince the cook to make my pancakes look like cats today. And then all will be forgiven."

She thought they were very modest demands, really.

"You know, in my galaxy, cats come in quite the variety of shapes," Kanan replied, smirking. "But I think we can work something out. As for the rest.... Hell, sure, that trip back home, too. I'll talk to Hera about it, I'm sure she'd be happy to have you along."

"Good," said Summer with a nod. "I've got one semester to figure out what to do after I graduate, and there's no way I'm just going to go back home. Speaking of which, do you have any races in your galaxy that, like, have something called soul-bonding and when you do it, it means you, like, have to spend your entire life basically hunting down other aliens and also they're blue and have three boobs?"

That was a very... uh... specific question.

"The, uh, the Gran have three breasts," Kanan offered. "And they mate for life. A bond between a Gran pair is so strong that one will often die within days of their mate. But... they're a pretty peaceful species. I don't think they're quite what you have in mind. And only some of them are blue."

"Okay, good, cool," said Summer. "Mark that as one point for your universe, then, because my universe definitely has those, and my dad was dating one, and she almost tried to kill me because he blamed it on us when he realized they should break up, so if you do ever meet one? Don't soul bond with them, especially not when you've only known them for, like, a week, no matter how much you think it'll make your ex-wife jealous. Which it, like, even won't."

And she exhaled a big breath, feeling a little better to unload that all off her chest again and then added, "But anyway, how was the holiday break here?"

"You mean after the whole evil slug thing stopped and the crazy wore off?" Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug. "I spent most of it indoors, covered in bacta patches. Not the most exciting break I've ever had. Someone else might have more interesting news for you on that front."

He paused, and then added, "And for what it's worth, I'm not exactly the soul bonding sort."

And he already had telekinetic powers. He didn't need to hook up with some three-breasted warrior woman to get those.

"Nooooooooo!" Summer gasped. Shocked, truly shocked over here. "You? Not a soul-bonding sort? And here I thought I had you all figured out, BDG."

There was a small smirk, though, in case the tone didn't help.

"What was with those slugs, anyway?" she asked. "I don't remember any of that weekend thanks to me suddenly thinking that something called Klingon bloodwine was definitely a thing I should be drinking."

Kanan... had experienced the bloodwine. He grimaced a little in sympathy.

"The slugs belonged to a bunch of crazy people from the future who wanted to summon some kind of giant tentacled monstrosity that would bring about the destruction of the entire planet." He wrinkled his nose a bit. "They also carried some kind of karked-up mind control plague. Made people really open to suggestion, and a bit on the psychopathic side."

He wasn't a fan.

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