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Luke's, Sunday

"Peppermint cotton candy pancakes," Kanan said dubiously.

The cook shrugged. Apparently they had a lot of the sugary stuff left over from yesterday. They had to use it somehow.

Kanan figured he'd let it slide. Just this once. At least nobody was making them kiss fish today.

Today's Specials:
Peppermint Cotton Candy Pancakes
Peppermint Cotton Candy Martini
Peppermint Cotton Candy

Kanan was going to spend his day sneaking bags of peppermint cotton candy in the hopes that they ran out before the staff started putting it on burgers or something.

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Summer ~~made it near her computer on a sunday whaaaat?~~ came in with the usual cursory glance toward the specials board to see if anything might detract from her usual Sunday lunch, and this week got a good snort out of her when she sat down.

"Where do they come up with this stuff?" she asked, even though she probably didn't really want to know.

"I wish I knew," Kanan admitted, holding his half-empty bag of purloined cotton candy out in case Summer wanted to sample the wares. "Apparently they had a bunch of it yesterday, and today they're trying to get rid of the extra."

A pause. And then a glance toward the kitchen.

"There was a lot of extra."

"Obviously," Summer said, arching a brow at the half-empty bag and wishing she had someone to bet money with on whether BDG would get sick if he kept eating the stuff. "Ooh, hey, they could probably put that in a milkshake and it would be pretty good, right? Hook me up."

"A peppermint cotton candy milkshake?" Kanan paused to consider that. "Hell, I might have to try that, too. Just vanilla with the cotton candy, or do you want chocolate or something to go with that?"

There were milkshake options. Which was proabably a good thing, because if he didn't have something that wasn't peppermint cotton candy to eat soon, he was going to regret every life choice he'd ever made.

"Well," said Summer, head tilting from thinking, "it's peppermint cotton candy, right? And peppermint goes great with chocolate in mochas, so it's gotta be true for milkshakes, too, so let's do that. Chocolate peppermint cotton candy milkshake."

"You're welcome!" she added, calling back to the kitchen because, in her mind, that was clearly the most brilliant idea that would come out of their peppermint cotton candy experimentations.

Kanan laughed, and then waved toward... somebody... to assemble that sugar bomb milkshake monstrosity. Twice. Because he hadn't just hung out with Summer in a while now, and somebody could absolutely make those milkshakes while he hung out and shot the shit, here.

"They'll owe you one," he decided. "If this turns out, they might have to keep a stock of peppermint cotton candy just so that they can make these milkshakes."

These milkshakes that could rot teeth simply by existing.

"That sounds like a dangerous game to play," Summer warned. "There's a good chance this will be awesome, but I think it's best left to be a limited time special thing. Like pumpkin spice lattes. Give the illusion of scarcity and people will go crazy for it when it's around. Have it all the time, and people just get sick of it. They do the same thing with the McRib; they only roll it out when pork is like, super cheap and they have a surplus, but the dumb starving masses think it's super special so they eat it all up. Cherish it while it's here, otherwise you'll wind up never wanting to see peppermint cotton candy ever again."

As if he would want to see peppermint cotton candy in the first place.

Well. He was still eating it right out of the bag. So...

"I think I followed about half of that," Kanan confessed with a little huff of a laugh. "I guess I'm just not an economist."

And he'd also never encountered a McDonald's in his life.

"But I'll try just about anything once, so..." He reached for the milkshakes as they were passed to them, then slid one across the counter toward Summer. "Cheers?"

"Cheers!" Summer did an eager little squirm in her seat as she pulled the milkshake closer and lifted in in a toast. And then took the first big sip.

"Oh, man, that is sweet."

And Summer sugar-bomb-frappiccino over here saying something was sweet was saying a lot.

But it was clearly not a bad thing since she went right back to drinking more.

"You know," she mused, "this is almost like one of my jello creations except, you know, actually edible."

Kanan didn't seem to mind the sweetness at all. Kanan could-eat-jogan-fruit-cake-until-he-died-of-sugar-overdose Jarrus was looking thoughtfully at his cup after his first sip, and then going back for more.

"Wait, you mean those things weren't meant to be eaten?"

Kanan ate-the-jello-mold Jarrus as also occasionally a man of questionable food standards.

"Not by most humans, no," Summer said with a smirk. "But that reminds me. I was thinking, if nothing else pans out for me after graduation, maybe I should go to your universe if only to open up a specialty jello mold restaurant. You and Miss Hera seemed to love that stuff; maybe there's a burgeoning market out there for a entrepreneurial mad chef whose been honing up on her culinary skills quite nicely. I'm even TAing for Dr. Lecter's class this semester."

Which he probably was going to give to the first person who wanted it, but whatever.

Kanan considered that for a moment, scratching his cheek thoughtfully.

"We could probably find a good place to set you up with something like that," he admitted. "Between Hera and I, we've been around the galaxy enough that we can probably pick a good planet for you to settle down on. Hell, we could just take you for a grand tour and let you choose somewhere yourself."

Coruscant would be perfect for that.

It was a shame Kanan was never going to go anywhere near Coruscant ever again.

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"You know," Summer said, her tone slightly sing-song as she swirled her straw a bit in her milkshake, "trial visit, grand tour...these promises to go to your universe are going to start adding up pretty quickly..."

It was about that moment that Kanan's mouth fell open and just sort of stayed that way for a minute.

Well. Huh.

"You know, you're right?" He tilted his head and looked at her thoughtfully. "Tell you what. Pick any day of the week except Friday or Sunday, and I can shove you into the Escape and we can go for a joyride. Unless Hera's willing to take us in the Ghost, anyway."

Or, hell, if she'd even let them borrow the Phantom. The Escape did not have a cockpit designed with more than one person in mind.

"Oooh!" Summer's eyes widened; she knew she might be pushing too much if they were actually going to hone in on a date finally, but she simply had to ask. "Can I fly? Part of the way, at least?"

"If we take the Escape, yes," Kanan replied, after another pause. Look, it was his baby. She had basically just asked if she could drive a guy's very first car. If his first car was a spaceship capable of hyperspace travel with a pretty impressive gun arsenal and a cargo compartment for smuggling. "If we talk Hera into coming along in the Ghost, you'll have to take that one up with her. She might actually be a harder sell than I am."

The Ghost was a nicer ship than the Escape was.

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She might actually be a harder sell than I am, he said. And, yeah, water was wet.

"That's fair enough, I guess," she said, because, yes, if Miss Hera came, she was going to ask her, too, because man, there was a new goal, getting behind a ship like Ghost. Probably in a million years, unless her hunch about jello in space turned out to be right on track and she could just buy her own.

Enough pipe dreams for now, she had to seize this opportunity while she could. "Do you think we could pull it off in an afternoon?" she asked. "Thursday sounds good, but I do have classes in the morning. And I definitely have to be back by Friday. I guess back by Friday's not as important, I could probably get away with missing that class, and Art on Thursday, but I don't want to miss adventuring class, it's the only place I get to wear my sweet ass armor. I mean, I guess I could wear that in space, too. They gave me a helm that constantly tells me how awesome I am."

Thanks, RNG, you created a monster with that one.

"I mean, they're just classes though, too, so..."

Kanan blinked at that volley of information, and then broke into a laugh.

"There are teachers I had when I was a kid who would never forgive me if I didn't at least pretend to be admonishing over a phrase like 'just classes,'" he shared. "And besides, I have lessons I have to teach on Friday afternoon, myself. I don't think looking at real estate is going to take that long."

He hoped looking at real estate wasn't going to take that long.

"Yeah, well, I was gone from this place for a full month with a robot doppleganger in my place, so I think I'm good," Summer rolled her eyes a little, but she couldn't exactly keep a grin from her face. "Heck, Peebee went joyriding through Portalocity all last semester, even. But I'll pretend you wagged your finger at me with a stern look if it makes you feel better."

And an afternoon might be good for real estate, but probably not an adventure, but, hey, maybe she just needed to take baby steps.

"Thursday it is, then. After Art class, if we must."

Really, where Kanan was involved, it was never going to be just real estate.

"I insist," he replied, smirking just a little. "Get your art class out of your system, and then we can leave this system. Find some inhabited planet or moon or asteroid or whatever somewhere and... I don't know. See what the locals think of jello and shrimp."

"Awesome."

Really, there wasn't anything more she could say about it. Except, of course, "Thanks. You won't regret it."

...he would probably regret it.

He would almost certainly regret it.

"Do you really want me to hold you to that?"

Kanan often found reason to regret many things that happened in his life.

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