Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan didn't make it two steps into the diner today before the staff started on him. He did an admirable job of ignoring it, a skill that he'd picked up and honed to an art form since starting to work here.

But there were really only so many times one could shrug deftly out of the way of the dishwasher and the cook trying to sneak up behind him with a pair of costume wings and a toy bow-and-arrow set before one had to acknowledge it.

"No."

"But-"

"You're going to go back into the kitchen."

"I'm going to go back into the kitchen."

"And you're going to do your job."

"And I'm going to do my job."

"That's right. There are plenty of pancakes that need to be cooked."

"That's right! Plenty of pancakes!"

The dishwasher gaped at Kanan, and then at the cook, who headed amiably back into the kitchen. Kanan gave his shoulders a shrug.

Today's Specials:
Plenty of Pancakes!
Special heart shapes with strawberries, today!

The crazy thing was, he hadn't even used the Force. You just had to know how to talk to these goons.

[OOC: Open!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

And there was Summer, surprise surprise, camera dangling from her neck for only a second before she lifted it up demonstrably.

"Hey, you think the cook will let me try to get a few shots of him flipping pancakes?" she asked.

Shots that she will subsequently try to edit the cook out somehow, so it looks like flying pancakes.

Summer Smith: give her even an inkling of a dumb idea, and she'll take it and run it right to the ground.

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"I think the cook would let it go right to his head," Kanan laughed, nodding his greeting. "Careful back there, though. He'll probably try to stick you into some stupid costume like he's been on my case about all day."

There was no way in hell, cook. No way in hell.

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"Costume?"

Really, was there anything else to say, as Summer stopped practically halfway getting down from the stool, eyes darting worriedly toward the kitchen.

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"Some wings-and-arrows deal," Kanan called after her. "He claims that it would be better for customer service if I looked the part, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."

Kanan was pretty sure that just by virtue of being on this side of the counter, he already looked the part.

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"Ohmygod," Summer gushed, eyes wide for a long moment before she couldn't keep a laugh back anymore. "They wanted you to dress up like Cupid?"

She honestly didn't know whether she was glad or disappointed that they didn't succeed. Shaking her head, knowing he would probably ask and heading up the question, she started typing into her phone. "I swear to god, the staff here is crazy, but in the best way possible. Okay, so, Cupid originally was a god of love, son of Venus, which was probably pretty cool back then, but you can bet this dumb holiday took it and made it into something much lamer, such as..."

And she set her phone on the counter so that she could project one of the more obnoxious images she could find of the guy.

"This. A fat little winged baby with no clothes that shoots arrows at people that are supposed to make them fall in love with the first person they see. Maybe they were just looking for an excuse to get you down to your undies, BDG."

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Kanan was sort of staring at that image in horror.

"Yeaaah, I'm not the Cupid type."

... Come back later, Summer, and Kitty would have him convinced to wear at least half the costume anyway.

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She really couldn't have asked for a better response.

"Are you sure?" Summer asked, trying (and failing) to hold her smirk in. "I mean, clearly the kitchen thinks it's a good idea. And they have good ideas...some of the time."

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"Some of the time?" Kanan crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't think standing around in my underwear is going to win me any bonus points with my boss, you know."

... Okay, in fairness, Kanan couldn't imagine Eliot not just cracking up.

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"It might win over some of the customers, though," Summer pointed out, and then her voice got sing-song. "Some of them with caaa-mer-ahhhs." And she danced the contraption in the air a little.

"You gotta admit," she said, "I would totally win photography class if I managed to get something like that on film."

It wasn't a competition, Summer.

[throughaphase]

"Does 'plenty of pancakes' mean there's a Fandom thing at work, or do they just really like making pancakes?" Kitty asked.

Hello!

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"Sunday has been pancake day since... almost as far back as I've been working here," Kanan said, faintly exasperated, before turning a grin in Kitty's direction. "I'm pretty sure the cook started to do it just to make me ask questions, and then it became a whole... thing."

He shrugged.

"There have been pancake avalanches. It gets ugly in here sometimes."

[throughaphase]

"A pancake avalanche feels like a real tragedy. So much potential, lost to the floor," Kitty said, shaking her head.

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"To the floor, and onto the busboy," Kanan agreed. "And don't believe a word he tells you about them, either. I only started one of them."

He didn't even seem sorry about that.

[throughaphase]

"Don't worry, I will totally trust what you say without question," Kitty nodded. "Also now I feel like I need to have pancakes in order to save them."

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"Today's are heart-shaped," Kanan chuckled. "Which the cook will insist make them taste better, somehow. I'm pretty sure that's what the berries are for, though."

[throughaphase]

"Oh, no, he's right. Shapes instantly make things taste better," she said matter-of-factly. "That's just the way it works."

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Well, that earned a laugh out of Kanan, right there.

"You mean I've been eating food wrong all this time? 'Round' is about as novel a shape as I've ever had before here, I'm afraid."

Well, either 'round,' or 'this batter was definitely poured by a drunk person.'

[what_the_shock]

"...I came in to warn you," Miguel said. "Looks like I was too late."

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"Save me," Kanan said, staring at Miguel. "Please."

Look, Kitty was the one who had talked him into this, but now that he was in it, the kitchen staff was holding his shirt ransom.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was not going to laugh. He was too good a person.

He was totally snickering. "What can I do? Spin you a new shirt?"

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"I'd settle for the one I put on before I came in to work this morning," Kanan replied with a roll of his eyes. "The sleemos in the kitchen threw it into the freezer."

It was going to be all around unpleasant putting that back on even once he did get it back.

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"...should I stick it in the microwave first?"

Because ouch.

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"... For maybe thirty seconds on low."

Kanan wanted his shirt back, but not badly enough to risk having to walk home without one at all.

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Miguel rolled his eyes. "Relax, I won't burn it up."

Fortunately, the staff didn't seem to care if he was there or in the freezer.

They didn't want to let him near the microwave, though. Which was how the busboy ended up stuffed in the pantry momentarily.

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Kanan, meanwhile, was watching the proceedings from the kitchen doorway, a little smirk on his face.

"My hero."

But really, right now Miguel kind of was.