fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

Well, at least one thing was going to be more "normal" for Kanan's Sunday.

Kind of. It was normal in that he was receiving a message of some sort from Summer's number. It wasn't quite so normal that it was a video call, apparently. And when Kanan answered it, that was...definitely not Summer's face on the other side. It was part of a face, in that the image was zoomed in on what appeared to be a very large eye, with the noise of toddler-like babbling in the background. The phone moved back, revealing the oblong yellow face of a small person, obviously the source of the babbles and coos. He might have gotten just a quick look at his sweet smile and cute little top hat before the view became the nightmarish landscape that was the inside of someone's mouth as he promptly began to slobber and try to chew on the phone.

"Baby Poopybutthole, noooo!"

There was no mistaking that panicked voice as Summer rushed to the baby to rescue her phone, sending the world spinning.

"Bad baby!" she scolded. "Not for eat--" That was when she realized the phone was on and running. "Oh. Oh! Hey, BDG, what up?"

Assuming, of course, his phone would take the video play; he could have just gotten a really, really confusing audio. Or maybe all that in holo!

It was just video, alas. They were going to have to swap a few more numbers if he was going to recieve holocalls.

"Uh," Kanan said, clearly putting forth some effort to keep from laughing outright. "Actually, not a whole hell of a lot. There aren't even pancakes today. I don't trust it."

He nodded toward the phone, as if indicating the baby.

"Babysitting, are you?"

"No pancakes?" Summer looked almost as affronted as she did when she realized the baby was trying to eat her phone. "They're not just being lazy again, are they?"

Is that what happened when she wasn't around to yell at them every week? For shame, kitchen staff. For. SHAME.

But she grinned in answering his other question. "And, yeah, I am. His parents are at some conference in Las Vegas, so I offered to help watch the little guy. Our families go way back, although things have honestly been sorta different ever since Mom shot Mr. Poopybutthole thinking he was a made-up figment of our imaginations created by a brain-eating slug virus."

Like you do...Summer sighed, shrugged her shoulders, shook her head.

"We're all trying to move past it, really. Mr. Poopybutthole certainly has, as you can see with little Baaaaby Poopybutthole here!" She wrinkled her nose affectionately at the yellow tyke who held up his arms, calling out for Sum-Sum, who adjusted the phone a little so she could pick him up and still keep them in view of the camera to see. "See that, Baby Poopybutthole? That's Auntie Sum-Sum's friend from Fandom Island; his name is Kanan, only I call him BDG. That stands for Bus-Driver Guy. Bus Driver Guy, meet Baby Poopybutthole. I guess we could call him BPB."

Unless you wanted her to keep saying poopybutthole.

As hilarious as it is, one, at least, had significantly fewer syllables.

"BPB works," Kanan laughed, holding his phone a little closer for a better view. Sigh, two-dimensional video calls. You missed out on so much when you didn't get everything in an area in three dimensions. "Good to meet you, little buddy. Looks like Auntie Sum-Sum's treating you well over there. Feeding you phones, introducing you to intergalactic drifters..."

"Haven't been drifting much lately," Summer noted a bit wryly as she went to sit on the sofa, propping her phone up on the coffee table so that she could better manage the squirming little Poopybutthole ~~iamsosorry~~, trying to latch onto her ponytail with his hands and eat that, since the phone was now out of the picture. "Anything good happen this week?"

"You know, this week's been mostly pretty laid-back," Kanan mused. "The Wednesday school activity was a scavenger hunt I didn't have anything to do with. I think Stance saw more excitement than I did, there. Had a good spar with Rey on Friday?"

He paused.

"And then this, with the kitchen staff behaving themselves. I don't trust any of it."

"Yeah, I wouldn't trust that, either," Summer admitted, narrowing her eyes, wondering if she should start yelling.

"Rey's still there, huh? Guess she's still having portal trouble, but at least she's keeping busy? You'll have to tell her I say hi from my stupid Earth dimension."

"Rey's still here, yeah," Kanan agreed, "and I'll pass on your message. She's still holding out hope that the island will let her go eventually, though. It usually does, if you give it enough time. Did I ever mention that I was stuck when I first wound up here?"

And now he wasn't, and he still came back. Sigh.

"I...don't think so," Summer said, tilting her head as she tried to remember, jostling BPB in her lap a little as he started to get fussy, then reached for a stuffed giraffe on the coffee table to distract him with. "I think I'd have remembered that, especially since I thought it was kind of weird when Rey mentioned it. I mean, but I've been taking portals for granted since even before I went to school there. Almost makes me wonder if I could ask Grampa Rick to help, but..."

She made a bit of a face.

"He's kind of pissed at me because I keep sneaking out in his spaceship to practice my flying."

Which was a subtle way to inform that she'd been practicing her flying, thank you.

Kanan let out an amused snort at that, shaking his head and grinning.

"It happens more often than you'd think," he noted. "I can list off a few people who showed up and found themselves stuck. Hell, there's a new doctor at the clinic who can't get anywhere, either. Fandom's got some pull, that's for sure."

And then, a moment later, he added, "And good to hear you've still been flying. Anything you're struggling with that you'd like some extra time on? We can always make plans to go up in the Escape again, if you can find the time."

"I would say breaking and landing," Summer snorted a little herself, "but I'm ninety-nine percent sure that that's only because Grampa's ship is a serious hunk of junk more than anything else. I miss the Escape and the Ghost sooooooooo much, ohmygod."

Please to not mind the significant whine in her voice just there, because seriously. She didn't realize how good she had it on the island until all she had left was that clunker tat she pretty much had to hotwire to start because Rick had gotten really good at hiding the keys from her.

"And you have classes every day of the week? I feel like I need to start shamelessly encouraging you to skip out on those constant family obligations at least occasionally," Kanan teased. "Don't pick that one up from me, BPB. I'm a terrible influence."

"You already have been encouraging me," Summer reminded him with a little smirk, and a poke into BPB's belly that caused him to giggle. "And yeah, don't listen to this supposed drifter, little guy, encouraging Auntie Sum-Sum to skip out on all her super important classes like Statistics and Marketing, which are so super interesting and everything, too.

"Honestly, though, I don't mind my Econ class; they got in a junior professor and he is ka-yute. But I'm planning on skipping one of these days. I just gotta wait for the right moment, you know? And when you guys least expect it, try to work that element of surprise into the mix, catch everyone off guard, hope I pick a week where some really, really weird happens."

"You just want to watch us all flail around while trying to navigate our day to day lives in somebody else's body or something," Kanan accused lightly. "I can't say I blame you, though. If you're as bored as you sound out there, you'll probably take any weirdness you can get."

And if she showed up sometime this week, she'd get to see what an enthusiastic little dork Kanan actually used to be.

Which, considering she was babysitting a little yellow dude with a top-hat and talking about hot-wiring her grandfather's spaceship, was saying a lot.

Summer smiled faintly. "I just want to make sure," she said, "that if I'm going to risk sitting through an hour of my mom lecturing me about responsibility as she pours herself her fifth glass of wine, that I really make it worth it, that's all. Not that just seeing everybody wouldn't be worth it, but, you know, I want the island to sweeten the deal a little bit."

And she was feeling a certain restlessness to maybe see what all this Wednesday summer camp activity stuff was all about, but...~~her mun was stiff waffling like an IHOP~~.

And that mention of a fifth glass of wine had Kanan grimacing a little, himself.

He just kept getting handed more and more reasons to really dig his heels in and make quitting stick this time.

"Yeah, I can appreciate that," Kanan replied. "Make sure the reward is worth the risk. I can always call you if things get weird enough. Uh, provided I even think to at the time, I suppose."

~~If not, there's always butt-dialling!~~

"My grampa literally has a portal gun," Summer reminded him. "I can be there as soon as I can find where he hid the damn thing, which, honestly, he's running out of good spots that I haven't found yet. No appointments with Portalocity necessary, just maybe a few ties to make sure I set the coordinates right. So if you don't text me the minute something awesome starts to go down, I don't know if I could ever forgive you."

"Well, like I said... if I can call, I'll be sure to," Kanan promised. "Sometimes people don't even remember who they are, which would make that a little trickier."

Yeah, it would definitely have to be a butt-dial. Unless Hera thought to tip her off about this.

"True," Summer admitted, although it seemed butts didn't need to get involved in this at all. "But do know that I'm going to be equally pissed if you can't call, because that either means you got yourself into trouble or I'm missing something really, really, really good."

"Well... I'm always getting myself into trouble," Kanan pointed out. "I can't stop doing that just because you've left the island, though I'm trying to at least save most of the good trouble for after you're done school and you get your life back again."

"Three months," Summer said. "Three months to a summer semester at this college, and you can't behave for three months?"

Said she, who didn't last a week before stealing spaceships.

"Three months? Summer, have you ever known me to behave for three minutes? Honestly, I'm not sure it can be done."

"Honestly?" said Summer, who couldn't help laughing a little bit. "You[re way more well behaved than I want to give you credit for. You're almost too well-behaved. Fandom's made you soft, 'drifter.'"

Nope. He said it. She was never letting him live that one down.

But, since she did know that there was quite a bit loaded underneath a statement like that, her grin softened as she added, "But I don't mean that in a bad way at all. I know I'm still learning a lot about you, BDG, but I think I got to know you at one of the better spots, for sure."

That earned a bit of a huff of a laugh.

"Summer, you have no idea. Fandom's been good to me. Hera's made a bigger difference than I think anyone realizes. I don't think I'd even recognize myself, if I were to meet me from a few years ago face-to-face."

A lot of people were in on the Jedi thing. Far, far fewer people were in on just how different a person he was, now.

Could BDG feel the wry expression that Summer was targeting at him like a laser beam through the wonky multidimensional connection? She certainly hoped so. Maybe she didn't know the full depth of the changes, sure, but it felt like she'd been touting that truth for as long as she'd known the two of them.

Which, to be fair, felt like forever.

"Boy, are you sure lucky you two found each other."

And, yes, she knew she didn't need to say that. But she was going to say it anyway. Any chance she got.

Kanan blinked at that, and then he laughed.

"You know," he said easily, "I really, really am. I hope she realizes she's stuck with me, because now that I've got her, I'm not giving her up."

... Unless she wanted him to. But that was different.

"If she doesn't realize that," Summer said dryly, "I need to really evaluate my esteem for her, because damn. That'd be astronomical levels of either delusion or blindness right there."

Granted, it wouldn't be the first time she put someone up on a pedestal that didn't deserve it, but she would be honestly surprised if Hera ended up not being one of those people.

"Yeah.... I wouldn't call Hera deluded," Kanan admitted, pursing his lips for a moment. "I guess I'm not anything remotely resembling subtle where she's involved, then, am I?"

No shit, Kanan.

"About as subtle as a stampede of blurrgs," Summer said, feeling very proud of that call back, thank you very much.

Kanan barked out a laugh at that one.

"Hopefully I at least smell better."

Summer lifted the hand that wasn't holding onto BPB, sleeping and drooling on her shoulder at this point, lulled into slumber by the exciting grown-up conversation that was going on, and wiggled it in the air a little. "Eh," she said, face scrunched up in a look of distaste.

How could he have expected any other response to a question like that??

He really had walked right into that one, hadn't he?

"Fortunately, Hera's probably used to the smell of blurrgs."

What with them being the transportation of choice for her father and the other rebels of Ryloth.

"Oh, man," Summer chuckled, trying not to let the laugh be too loud and disturb the sleeping baby, "everything makes so much more sense now."

He just made it so easy. But it also made the nice little stab of missing them that much more sharp.

"Been wondering for a while about the way I smell, have you?"

Look, Kanan excelled at making things easy. Unless he was making them difficult. Which he also excelled at.

Go figure.

"No," said Summer, shaking her head, failing to tamper down her smirk, "just how she could possibly put up with it. I just figured maybe Twi'lek's had poor senses of smell or something. How's her eyesight, though?"

Kanan snorted a little at that.

"You've seen her fly," he pointed out. "You tell me."

Amazing. Her eyesight was amazing.

"Alright, then," Summer shrugged lightly, "so the looking at you one still remains a mystery."

"I think she's drawn to my charming personality," Kanan decided. "And apparently I look pretty okay in green."

So, he looked great around Halloween?

"Hmmmm," Summer looked thoughtful for a moment before shaking her head, "nope, no, that can't possibly be it. Gotta be the luck. The pure, sheer dumb luck."

BPB started fussing again, just a little, in a sleepy way, so Summer bounced him on her knee a little.

"Wait, when were you green? Should I remember when you were green? I think I would remember when you were green..."

"Halloween," Kanan offered. "There was definitely green on Halloween. It took three days to get it all out from behind my ears."

He could neither confirm nor deny the dumb luck thing.

"I have pictures, I'll send them to you when we're done talking."

"Yaasss, please!" said Summer, who knew it couldn't be blackmail if he was willingly sending them, but she could use a few more laughs in her life. "And was this last Halloween? I don't remember much about last Halloween except being a devil. Like, not a costume, but a legit red-colored, horned, spiked tail, holding a pitchfork, sold-my-soul-to-my-ex-boss devil, which I know is probably a useless reference because of the lack of traditional Judaeo-Christian religion in your galaxy, but it was still pretty cool."

She also had pictures, but, considering she'd been hellspawn, they were very much NSFBDG.

"Well, it was a little before the actual Halloween part," Kanan noted. "I'd send you photos of me last Halloween, but they don't exist. There are a few pictures of floating squeaky toys, though."

One UFO squeaky toy, as wielded by an invisible man.

Luke's, Sunday

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