Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan stepped through the door into the kitchen of Luke's today to pass the cook an order.

Everyone in the kitchen just stared, and frowned. And continued to frown as he walked back out of the kitchen, making his way back to the counter, where he got comfortable again, pouring himself a coffee.

In the kitchen, Kanan could hear the muffled arguing of the staff, which ended with an exasperated, "Fine, I'LL do it," from the dishwasher, which led to the door opening, a wet sploosh, and the aggrieved yelp of the dishwasher as he was hit with the full slosh of the bucket of water that had been rigged to fall when somebody went through that door.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Honey Chipotle Grilled Chicken
Meyer Lemon and Rosemary Brûlées
Pancakes

Kanan smirked and sipped at his coffee.

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"So," said Summer when she came in for her usual Sunday jaunt, getting comfortable on the stool that she was pretty sure getting a Summer's-butt sized groove in it, "any leads on the Great Flower Mystery?"

She would have asked yesterday, but she was trying to be good and focus on actually flying instead of, you know, gossip and what not.

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"You mean, besides that it wasn't Hera?" Kanan shook his head, setting down his coffee mug. "Not a one. Though I get the feeling that it isn't such a mystery to somebody out there. Just gotta find 'em."

Given all the emphasis that Summer had put on the radio on Thursday morning, it was possible that Kanan had more leads than he was letting on.

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"Soooooooo weird!" said Summer emphatically, shaking her head, wide-eyed, proving herself to not be a very great actress. "I mean, are you sure it wasn't her? Maybe she's just saying it wasn't..."

And, hey, suggesting it now was probably miles better than Summer's original impulse, which was to just put Hera's name on the card, but she was smart enough to know better than that. Some things were just not worth the fallout.

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"Considering Hera didn't know the holiday was a thing until the flowers started showing up?" Kanan raised his eyebrows a little, "Pretty sure it wasn't Hera."

Call him crazy, but...

"Why, are you hoping it is?"

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"Kanan." Summer folded her hands in front of her on the counter, fixed him with a stern look, and used his real name so he knew she was being serious before rolling her eyes. "I think I have made myself more than abundantly clear on my thoughts on that particular matter..."

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Huh. Well, those eyebrows went up that little bit more. It wasn't every day he was referred to as anything but a weird amalgam of letters from the High Galactic alphabet, after all.

Even if Kanan, uh, wasn't technically his real name. It was as close as he'd given to anybody around here, Hera included. It would do.

"That you have," he agreed, smirking faintly as he reached for his coffee again. "It's a shame, I don't think Hera is the sort to use all-caps quite that way, either. Honestly, I don't think I know many who are."

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"Yeah," said Summer, almost just as dry as her last statement, but not quite, "I can't think of anyone who would..."

But after a pause, she did think of someone. "I mean," she amended, "except maybe that shark guy. You think maybe shark guy has a crush on you?"

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"Pretty sure it wasn't the shark guy," Kanan replied, actually barking out a bit of a laugh. "I don't think I've ever met the shark guy, but I'm reasonably certain I'm not his type."

Based mostly just on the fact that Kanan's single run-in with him had mostly just involved being in the same cave during a fight they were on opposite sides of, granted.

"So, what were all those flowers about?"

Might as well just go for it and ask.

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Summer smirked a little, shrugging a shoulder. "It's Valentine's Day," she said. "People send flowers to the people they care about. Just another weird ass Earth tradition."

Just an explanation, really. Not an admission.

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Kanan snorted a little at that.

"Yeah, I got that part," he replied. "That doesn't help me answer the... maybe three dozen questions I have to go along with those three dozen roses, though."

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Knowing she probably couldn't keep this up for very much longer, Summer chose instead to now look quite crestfallen. "It wasn't enough, was it? I should have gone with four...six...a dozen. A dozen dozens!"

Which she would have absolutely loved to have done. Her bank account, not so much.

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"A dozen dozens would have raised a hell of a lot more questions," Kanan replied, blinking and holding up his hands. "But I already can't find my kitchen under all the roses, I think three dozen is plenty, Summer."

Which he could have left that at, but he had to follow it up with what he hoped wasn't a completely baffled, "Why?"

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And to that, Summer could only smirk and lift her shoulders in a shrug.

"I just thought it would be funny."

And she was so, so right.

"But," she added, "please tell me you appreciated them at least a little bit. That was easily one of the most expensive for-shits-and-giggles things I've ever done."

Worth it, without a doubt, but her next party might have to feature ramen instead of pizza as a result.

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Kanan blinked, and then broke into a relieved laugh.

"Hell, Summer," he replied, shaking his head and grinning, "it was great. You managed to completely upstage the flowers I got for Hera, but I'm not actually complaining about that."

Because it wasn't A Big Deal that he'd gotten her flowers if there were three dozen roses sitting on the counter, monopolizing the kitchen space, all made out to him.

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A sound not too dissimilar to a squeal might have slipped out of Summer, her own shenanigans resolved and settled and, in her mind, overshadowed entirely now. "You got her some?"

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"A few," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "It was mostly about the note, though. Especially once your flowers arrived. I think maybe that's for the best."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"It doesn't give the wrong impression, I guess."

... Whatever that was.