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Luke's, Sunday

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.

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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."

"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.

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."

"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...

"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?"

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?"

Kanan's eyebrows raised slightly. He... didn't have the foggiest idea, though he could probably go out on a limb and throw a few guesses at the wall. He figured maybe it would be better to leave it up to Summer, though.

"I have no idea," he replied. "But I'm guessing it's something frustrating?"

"They're back together." At this point, all of Summer's irritation had simmered into an almost deadpan growl with just a tinge of hating everything in the entire world. "Just when you finally thought they'd go through it, when they'd signed papers, made it legal and everything, after eighteen years of this crap and I finally thought it was over, they go and they get back together, just in time for me to come home, oh, and another thing. Let's see, what's the best time to tell her, too? Oh, I know, how about on her last day at her school that she actually likes on the weekend of her graduation, because, god forbid, we let Summer have something in her life that isn't completely tainted by our selfish, indecisive asses!"

....frustrating?

Maybe a little.

But it did feel really good to get it out again.

Yeah, that had actually been one of Kanan's wild guesses. He winced, grimaced, and then reached up to scratch his cheek while Summer got that out of her system.

"So they didn't just stomp all over your celebration to tell you this, they did it at exactly the right time for you to have to go back home to it, too," he summarized. "E chu ta, Summer, that's rough. You ever need... I don't know... money to book a hotel room or something to get some distance while you're back there, let me know."

He wasn't made of credits, exactly, but it seemed like... not a great situation, overall.

She at least had her own bedroom, but even that had the whole dead brother's grave right in eyesight thing going on, but Summer was really trying to not be too much of a Negative Nancy right then.

So she just grimaced a little, then allowed a faint smile at the offer, a smile that quickly found purchase toward a smirk.

"I could always just come crash at you and Hera's. I never did get to that kitchen renovation I," threatened, "promised you."

Kanan blinked, and then laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I mean, there's one bed and a sofa, and the bed's already spoken for," Kanan replied. And no, he wasn't mentioning that it was spoken for by both of them, because that always seemed to turn into A Thing. "But you're always welcome if you need a breather. And Hera's got two extra sleeping quarters on the Ghost if it comes to that. Not that I should be volunteering out parts of her ship..."

He didn't figure Hera would mind terribly if someone needed to crash in one of the empty rooms.

"I've lived in a small cabin on a tiny planet smaller than this island before," Summer shrugged, "I'm sure I can manage a sleeping bag on the floor if it comes to that. But thanks." She smiled a bit; sure, she could have assumed that if she really needed to escape the Smith household, she'd always have a place she could go here, but it felt really good to know that for sure. "You guys are really great, you know that? I should really try to stop and see Hera before I leave, too. Know what she's up to today?"

Kanan had no idea what to do with 'you guys are really great,' so he was going to just breeze on by that one and settle on that end bit.

"No clue," he admitted. "She might take Stance out at some point, but she could just as easily be in the scrapyard, doing maintenance on the Ghost. Have you got her number? You can always call and check."

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