fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

Kanan had gone out drinking last night with a good dozen other people who apparently hailed from the same galaxy as he did. Roughly half of them had been related in some way to Skywalker.

And he was somehow not hung over today as he showed up for his shift. Unless you counted a sugar crash. He'd had his first drink on Anakin's credits, and then had stuck to soda for the rest of the night, since Earth's weird drinking laws had meant that Hera couldn't, and he had found that he didn't want to be drinking in front of her while she was stuck with cokes all night.

Twenty-one seemed like such a weirdly arbitrary number. Why not at least round it down to twenty? Caritas had the right idea, though, if you asked Kanan.

Today's Specials:
Banana Cinnamon Pancakes with Butter Rum Sauce
Chilled Honey Borscht Soup
Flan

"What the hell is flan?" Kanan had asked.

Before long, he was on his third helping.

[OOC: Open!]