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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan came into the diner today to see everyone decked out in football uniforms, each representing their respective teams. Which was fine, so long as it wasn't unsanitary in the kitchen or anything like that, he figured. He'd just let them have their fun.

Of course it was maybe fifteen minutes into his shift before someone yelled, "GO LONG!" and a goddamn hamburger went flying across the room. Kanan caught it, was the thing. The entire burger. Didn't even get mustard on his gloves. And then he turned and raised an eyebrow at whoever had thrown it.

The busboy looked up sheepishly as everyone else pointed a finger at him and took a step away.

"Got carried away," he muttered, and then scurried off to start gathering dishes.

Kanan rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and then got back to wiping down the counter. He wasn't going to reward the busboy by telling him he had a good throwing arm. Even if he did.

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Summer popped into the diner a little earlier than usual, already with a few bags of last minute additions from T&C and the party store. "Just a milkshake for me today, I think," she announced as she took her place at the counter. "Gotta save room for all my party food."

"Party food, huh? Have something going on today, do you?"

Considering the fact that the staff had been trying to get Kanan into a football... shirt... whatever it was for the better part of the morning, he could guess at the occasion.

"Superbowl party!" Summer announced proudly. "And other bowls. Because another Patriots game? Yawn. I'll take puppies and kittens over that any day."

"I would have no idea what any of that means if I hadn't come in to work only to have a burger chucked at my head," Kanan noted, smirking faintly. "I'm not sure what puppies have to go with it, though."

He waved a hand toward the milkshake mixer.

"What kind will it be today?"

"Puppybowl is when they take a bunch of dogs and put them on a little football field and pretend that they're having a big game like the Superbowl," Summer explained. "And it's freaking adorable, and let's do chocolate today. You can never go wrong with chocolate. Also, the animals are, like, from shelters and stuff and it's supposed to help promote animal adoption, so it's a way better cause than the blatant consumerist money-grab that is that actual superbowl."

"Huh." Kanan turned and started to make Summer's milkshake. He didn't trust the kitchen staff to do it today without then flinging it across the room at someone. "Good cause, indeed. Think Stance would like something like that?"

Or course he would, because Stance was a Good Boy.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "please go home and put the puppy bowl on and record him watching it, that is, like, social media gold right there. Or he could be like Snuffles and just not care about it at all, but, you know, Snuffles is the dog who threatened me when my grampa gave him higher cognizance, so, yeah, Stance is already a million times cooler."

Snuffles did not sound like a Good Boy.

"Here, I'll text Hera and see if she's got him at the junkyard today. There's got to be a TV around there somewhere that still works."

He finished up her milkshake and slid it across the counter toward her.

Summer smoothly caught the slid milkshake, but had to arch her eyebrows at him before she took a sip. "You guys don't have a TV?"

"What, at home?" Kanan shrugged. "We're still sort of setting up. We've got Hera's holoprojector on the Ghost for entertainment, and I, uh. I'm bad at... furnishing?"

He'd never really managed to get past the whole 'minimalist Jedi lifestyle' thing. Being constantly on the run for years on end hadn't helped with that any.

"Hera refused to move into the apartment unless I got a table."

Still setting up? They'd been here longer than she had! Summer just kind of boggled at him for a moment before shaking her head.

"Do you even have chairs or do you just sit on milk crates all day? Do not make me start thinking I need to go all Home Make-Over on you guys."

She'd do it. He had to know by now that she'd do it.

"There are chairs," Kanan said quickly. "Well. There's the couch. And some folding chairs to go with the table."

Yeah, Kanan couldn't even sell that one to himself.

"Honestly, I think Hera would thank you if you did. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"BDG." Summer took a moment to fold her hands in front of her on the counter, giving him a very serious and steady look. "We just got back from nearly being trampled by blurrgs because I wanted to hawk jello in space. You realize that you say these word, and I will come in and totally overhaul and redesign your apartment to the best of my capabilities like I'm a damn HGTV host, which is a reference I understand you don't get but trust me, this will happen and there will be no turning back."

She was....so not used to people ever letting her do stuff like this. Or hardly anything she wanted. And she was a little worried about getting drunk on her own power.

She was already picturing a backsplash, Kanan, and she hadn't even ever seen your kitchen.

There was a long pause, and then, finally, Kanan shrugged his shoulders.

"If you can get Hera's permission, I say do it."

Kanan, it was your apartment.

Oh, sure. Make it marginally more difficult because Hera actually made her a little bit nervous.

"Deal," Summer agreed, smirking, already rubbing her chin and trying to figure out if they were more spring or autumns, or if there were any decorating schemes that tended to facilitate romance.

WHAT?

Oh, they were definitely autumns. Hell, even the detailing on the Ghost was in yellows and oranges.

"Good, I'm looking forward to it."

Kanan wasn't nearly terrified enough.

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