Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"Sure," the cook had told Kanan. "We're open today."

Well. Kanan was here, in spite of the, ah, pollen. And there was no kitchen staff. None. There was a note on the counter saying 'Easter Fools!' which meant basically nothing to him, besides that he was going to have to kick somebody's ass next Sunday.

Hell, he kind of felt like kicking somebody's ass today. He should have closed up shop and headed back home, but he was riled up and biting back several conflicting moods at once now, and he didn't want to subject Hera to that.

So.

Today's Specials:
Look, it's just me on staff.
I know how to make flatcakes. I have enough time to make flatcakes while also doing dishes and waiting and clearing tables.
That's what you get to order today.

Okay. You could probably order more than just the flatcakes, provided it was a quiet day and you were patient about it.

[OOC: Open! Family stuff SP, but I will have my laptop, so...]

Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

At least there was one less regular customer for Kanan to deal with that Sunday, as Summer was naturally stuck in family holiday hell that weekend. For a Smith family holiday, though, things were pretty tame so far, meaning she was plenty bored and texted him a message in between finishing lunch with her mom's family and the time when her dad would pick them up to have dinner with his family.

Easter ham is nice, but it's no pancakes Don't worry, I checked to make sure grampa's not working on another robot version of me in the garage, but i did find this. I think it's like a ray to make things bigger or smaller.

And she included a picture of the Morphizer-Xe, because, yeah, that's something Rick would be okay with, his granddaughter poking around his garage laboratory and sending pictures of rare technology to random people she knew.

What she didn't include was the fact that she was thinking about using it to try and make her boobs bigger, because 1)why would he need to know that and 2) she wanted to see if he'd notice (assuming it even worked).

What? She was bored, okay?

[uncertain_dume]

Well, at least it isn't another droid. Droid you made my brain itch. What do you figure he'd need a shrink ray for, anyway?

Considering this was a man who had made life model decoys of his grandkids so that he could skip away to another reality in order to avoid family issues during his daughter's divorce, Kanan couldn't even begin to guess.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Who even knows? I bet he used it to shrink people he didn't like and that's what's in these petri dishes

Which meant she was now going to ignore those petri dishes and idly shift through a cardboard box filled with what looked like time travel stuff (but wasn't, clearly, as it was labeled distinctly Not Time Travel Stuff on the box), trying to get her mind off the Morphizer-Xe.

family holidays r sooooooo lame. anything good happening there? i always miss the good stuff when i have to come home

[uncertain_dume]

The kitchen staff is a pack of backstabbing sleemos. Told me the diner was open today and then left me alone in here. If people don't want flatcakes, they can go the hell home.

Kanan was still a little sore about this, yes.

And there's something weird in the air again.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer snorted a little, making a note to yell at the kitchen staff next Sunday about pulling April Fools jokes on people who might not know what April Fools even was. And because she just liked yelling at the kitchen staff.

But there were more important questions here at the moment.

wtf is a sleemo??

[uncertain_dume]

It's Huttese. Means 'slimeball.'

Which Kanan figured was a perfectly reasonable thing to call them, all things considered.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Sleeee-mooo," Summer muttered idly, testing it out, figuring slimeball might be a useful word in her future. She liked it, though; it might have to start making a regular appearance in her vocabulary.

So youre the only one there today? why didn't u just leave too?

[uncertain_dume]

Besides needing to work at least one day a week if I want to keep paying rent? Hera probably doesn't want me home right now. I'm in a mood.

Which was only partly the island's fault.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yikes, Summer texted back, rather misinterpreting exactly what sort of mood he meant as she lazily tossed some sort of laser gun back into the drawer she'd been rifling through. After all, he'd just been ditched by the whole kitchen staff, so what else could it be other than pissed off? Yeah, good idea. I don't want to get back and have you murdered.

[uncertain_dume]

And I'm really not feeling up to GETTING murdered. So... a day at work, and maybe I'll have a chance to blow off some steam before I head back to the apartment. Take the Escape up for a while or something.

It was a more productive way of dealing with all of this than just going back and being awkward at her, at least.