Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan had only just set foot in the door of Luke's when the word, "No," escaped his lips.

The kitchen staff all turned to fix him with wide-eyed, totally innocent looks. From under the square pancakes they were wearing on their heads.

"You didn't graduate yesterday, those aren't mortarboards, and wearing pancakes on your head is unhygienic," Kanan said, slipping behind the counter and shaking his head at the lot of them.

"Yeah," the busboy said, "but Sundays are pancake days."

Kanan just sighed and rolled his eyes.

Today's Specials:
Mortarboard Pancakes! They're just regular pancakes, but they're square!

"How has Eliot not fired you all yet?"

The dishwasher grinned and tried to slap a pancake onto Kanan's head.

[OOC: Open!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

After what some might consider a disastrous brunch but Summer might have considered not a surprise at all, she made sure to swing by Luke's before getting too invested in her party prep. She couldn't just leave without saying good-bye, and she was feeling pretty ticked off right now, too...she figured talking to BDG would either just add fuel to the fire or help her calm down.

Either way, there was no way she wasn't at least stopping by.

"I can't stay for too long," she announced upon arrival, "I've got a party to get ready for, but I need to at least get a hug and maybe some pancakes to go. I, uh...didn't get to finish brunch."

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And Kanan glanced up, doing an impressive job of keeping a look of concern off his face as Summer walked in. He could feel that 'ticked off,' and was already slipping around the counter to give her that hug.

"Hey, Summer," he said, holding open his arms. "Hugs are on the house. And sure, we'll throw in some pancakes, too."

They were square.

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Summer didn't care if they were three-dimensional trapezoids; she needed some Luke's pancakes that day.

"On the house?" she asked as she moved in to take that hug and maybe seem like she was trying to crush him a little bit in her hug back. "What, have you been charging people for hugs, BDG?"

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"Only people I don't like," Kanan replied, perfectly okay with being crushed a little. "So you're safe. It's one of those bonuses you get when you become a friend of mine."

And maybe three people could cash in on that bonus, so...

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"That's a pretty sweet bonus," Summer said, sighing a little before she let go, "I'm gonna have to make sure to take advantage of that one."

Her arms dropped to her side a bit limply, as if she didn't know what exactly to do with them if they weren't hugging.

"So," she ventured, "I'm leaving tomorrow morning. Mom's really serious about this whole happy family bullshit. But, remember, I'm just a text or a call away. Even if Portalocity's not an option; I can steal Grampa Rick's portal gun, and I've gotten pretty good at figuring out where he hides all his crap. If you guys go on a bunch of missions without me, I am going to be so pissed. Trust me, I'm not gonna be bent up about missing a few Econ or Marketing classes that my mom's paying for anyway. And don't do anything stupid. I would say I'd be pissed off if you went and did something stupid, but I'm trying to be pragmatic. I'd have to be pissed off all the time if I said that."

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"I am really good at being really stupid," Kanan said, giving Summer a wry smile. "And Hera and I will be sure to call you if anything interesting comes up. If nothing else, I can see us making a few more supply runs to Tarkintown in the future."

The resettlement camp that the Empire had shoved the farmers into. Leave it to the downtrodden to come up with tongue-in-cheek names for things blaming the person responsible.

"You know I'm just a text or a call away, too," he added. "Between portals and comm devices, the only thing you'll really be missing out on is pancakes anyway."

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"Shyeah," Summer snorted, rolling her eyes slightly, "pancakes. That's what I'm really going to miss, as if there aren't pancakes at a million other places between here and home."

She did glance toward the...comparatively modest specials offering today.

"Though I'll admit," she said, "none of them with quite the...creative flair they've got here."

Said the girl with a pineapple pizza jello hanging out in the common room fridge right now.

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"They've been wearing them as hats," Kanan replied, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling, himself. "Because... I honestly don't even know. I gave up on trying to understand these idiots ages ago."

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"Hopefully not the same ones your serving!" Summer said, wide-eyed. "I don't want any head pancakes. That sounds super unsanitary."

But there was a thoughtful pause.

"Maybe one order of head pancakes."

For her brother. Mwa ha ha.

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Kanan actually looked over his shoulder toward the kitchen and raised his voice before replying.

"The pancakes that have been on people's heads are not for sale."

This was answered with an 'awwww' from the kitchen. Kanan rolled his eyes again.

"But I can hook you up with some pancakes for the road, to eat or wear at your own leisure."

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"That was an excellent yell-at-the-staff shout," Summer observed with approval. "It's good to know there'll be at least someone to get on their weird, weird butts about stuff like that. And to eat would be best, like I said, I didn't finish my brunch..."

Which faded out slightly into a little awkward shift before she said, "I kinda wanted this stop to be all positive stuff, but permission to rant a little?"

Man, who would she rant to back home? Her thumbs were going to get a workout sending him everything she would usually tell him in a long, uninterrupted stream of ranting...

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"You've always got permission to rant," Kanan said, shrugging his shoulders easily. See? No big deal if she wanted to rant or hit things or whatever. "What do you need to get off your chest, Summer?"

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Summer drew in a deep breath, to help her keep down all the waves of anger that was bubbling up just thinking about it, and then she leveled a look at Kanan. She figured, honestly, if anyone was likely to understand how messed up this was, it would be either him or Morty and she just couldn't deal with Morty right now, because he was a part of it.

"So," she started, "guess what my parents decided to tell me over brunch, like, literally not even half an hour ago?"

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"Do square pancakes taste better?" Kitty asked as she took a seat.

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"They taste exactly the same," Kanan replied as the busboy came out to clean a table, sporting a pancake on his head, "but according to the rest of the staff here, they make for a 'delightfully jaunty chapeau.'"

He wrinkled his nose a little.

"Their words, not mine."

Which was why he was not sporting a pancake.

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"Please tell me you wore one," she said, trying not to laugh or get her phone out to get a picture of the busboy.

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"In spite of their best efforts, I have not yet worn a pancake on my head," Kanan shared. Because he was a disappointing guy that way, sometimes. "There are better things to do with pancakes. Cover them in berries and eat them, for example."

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"Not even for a second?" Come on, she had to try.

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"Not even for a millisecond," Kanan agreed easily. Apparently it was easier to get him to wander around shirtless on the job than it was to get him to wear food on his head. "I'm not really a hat person."

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"Disappointing. I'll still get share pancakes, though," she said.

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"And do you want those with the usual peanut butter? Maybe it'll help soothe that disappointment."

It was an important question!

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"Yes, please. With strawberries on top, because I need to be healthy."

That was how it worked, see.

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"Sounds like a balanced breakfast if ever I heard of one," Kanan replied with a grin. "Anything else to go with that? Something to drink?"

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"Water. And not the milkshake I actually want," she said. "Healthy."

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"Water it is," Kanan replied, jotting down her order and just kind of flinging it back into the kitchen, paper-airplane style. He hadn't folded it first. He was absolutely cheating using the Force. But he wasn't risking getting attacked with another pancake. "So," he said, once the cook peered back at him to confirm that he'd gotten the order, "how've you been? Keep out of trouble this week?"