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Luke's, Tuesday

Mitsutada was still dealing with the kitchen staff being a little overly 'respectful'. They were definitely making fun of him. Too bad for them that he actually didn't mind and the cooking all seemed to go much smoother.

He did find that they kept making the specials board a little... punnier than he preferred.

Today's Egg-cellent Specials
Tamagoyaki
Omurice
Chawanmushi

"What if they're vegan?" Mitsutada mused as he looked at the board. The staff shrugged and then added.

Grilled Eggplant

Mitsutada shrugged and just went with it.

Luke's was open! ~~and OCD-free~~

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Kanan was still maybe a touch bemused as he made his way through town from the beach, occasionally glancing at the training remote he'd fastened to his belt. Today had been an interesting day in a few ways, not the least of which being the running into a Jedi Master and essentially asking her for pointers, and he'd dwell on that more once he had taken some time to re-fuel, maybe pester the kitchen staff, maybe just sit and stare kind of dumbly around the room for a bit.

He was squinting at the specials board as he slid into a seat at the counter.

"You know," he mused, "if ever there was any one thing certain in my life, it would be that I'll always have no clue what anything on that board even is on the days I'm not in working myself."

"You don't know what an eggplant is?" Mitsutada said not even hiding the smirk on his face.

The other parts were understandable.

"I'm not from this planet," Kanan said easily. "For all I know, it's just a fancy orange. Or maybe it's makrin roe. And I don't even know if makrin lay eggs."

Go on and smirk it up, Mitsutada. Kanan was on a roll when it came to admitting his own ignorance today.

Mitsutada was a Date sword. He could smug very hard if necessary.

"It's a vegetable, a little bitter, large and shaped like an egg," he said. "We slice it and grill it. Pretty simple. The others are dishes from my home country. Folded omelette, a runny omelette over rice with a savory sauce, and an egg custard dish." He pointed to each on the board in turn. "Savory custard, not sweet."

"I appreciate the clarification," Kanan replied. He really did. His sweet tooth would have been a little disappointed otherwise. "What would you suggest for someone who's had a bit of a workout already and worked up an appetite in the process?"

"Omurice," Mitsutada said without missing a beat. "It's the heartiest of them all. One moment."

He stepped back into the kitchen and came out rather quickly with the dish, which he cut open in front of Kanan, so the egg ran out and coated over the rice as per tradition. He then drizzled some brown sauce over top and presented it to Kanan.

"Not something my old master would have made, but a fine dish made from the blending of traditions."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to this," Kanan said, looking at the dish with clear interest. "Traditions? Yeah? And now I want to hear more about that."

Since he'd spent this morning leaning into his own traditions, he was kind of on a roll today.

"Well the tamagoyaki, that's a more traditional Japanese omelette," Mitsutada explained. "This is more close to a western style scramble egg, but with some Japanese twists like the rice and chicken underneath. While my old master helped fund some expeditions to explore outside Japan, that all got shut down pretty quickly when the country isolated itself again."

"Huh," Kanan said, making note of that, too. "And you're from... this Earth's future? The past? A different reality entirely?"

He was bad enough at puzzling out his own reality's timelines around here. He was pretty sure somewhere, someone had just completely split off from his own, and he had no idea what the catalyst for that was.

Never in a million years would he guess 'Mickey Mouse.'

"The future, technically," Mitsutada said. "Though I existed through the past. Most famously owned by a daimyo who lived some five hundred years in the past, compared to when I come from with this body."

Kanan tilted his head a little, reaching for... a fork? It occurred to him he had no idea what the protocol was for eating food from Mitsutada's corner of the world.

He put his hand down again, more interested in the conversation than in asking, for the time being.

"Sounds like you've seen a hell of a lot," he noted. "You might put me to shame, there."

Mitsutada wasn't going to utensil-shame Kanan any way. Though he did take the time to point at the spoon. "You'll want to get as many flavors into one bite as possible," he helpfully said.

"As for what I've seen, well, it's not like all of that was war. Eventually I spent most of my time in a museum on display."

Kanan gave a grateful little nod of thanks, picking up the spoon. That seemed like the easiest way to eat rice, anyway.

"Okay, so you saw a hell of a lot, and then a hell of a lot of people saw you." Which was an interseting proposition, all on its own. "What's that even like? I can't imagine."

"Better than ending up in the ocean or burning up in a castle fire," Mitsutada said with a bit of frank honesty. "It didn't pass like time does in this body. I have stronger memories of my times when I was used and handled. It blended together after a time, all those years on display. But my fate was far kinder than even some of my Date brothers."

Kanan glanced briefly downward toward one of the pieces of his disassembled lightsaber.

"I suppose there's little purpose to a sword or a warrior if there's no battle to be fought," he said, sounding thoughtful. It was hard not to think of the thousands of lightsabers who had nobody to wield them, when talking to a man who had experienced life from that side of the equation. "Or no means to fight it."

"The thought I have many days here," Mitsutada said with a little smile. "Though I am still called to fight every so often. When we do not fight, we live. I have been given a strange and new gift to have this body. It has given me something I did not have in those hundreds of years as just a sword. There are new things I experience almost every day, especially here."

"Oh yeah?" And see, there, that was a nice turn to the conversation. Kanan smiled faintly. "What stands out the most, do you think?"

That gave Mitsutada a reason to pause. He thought about it for a few moments. "It would be cheating to say eating, I think," he said. "But really, it might be hair. Hair is definitely the strangest thing about being an alive flesh and blood body. It's everywhere!"

"Hair," Kanan echoed, almost a little incredulously. And then he barked out a laugh. "Well, yeah, I guess I could picture that. Space knows Hera thinks it's weird enough, too."

He scooped up some of his rice and paused for a moment to eat it, then nod his approval. Okay, he'd eat Mitsutada's cooking anytime.

"I must just take it for granted."

Well. He had so damn much of it these days...

"You've not spent hundreds of years as just a sword," Mitsutada said with a grin. "But really, it's hard to even narrow it down like that. Every day I seem to discover something new. Just having hands is such a difference."

And now Kanan was looking down at his hands.

"It seems like I'm taking a lot for granted," he noted wryly. "But for what it's worth, I'm glad you've got a chance to experience these things."

"Thank you," Mitsutada said with a little half-bow. "I am also grateful I have a chance to experience so many different sort of people, such as yourself. Back at the Citadel, we all share a history as weapons, and can be quite different, but we are all still Danshi. This place has so many things to learn and people with completely new backgrounds."

"It certainly has a lot of that," Kanan agreed, then fell silent in order to eat another mouthful of rice while he pondered. "It's a learning experience for all of us, that way. I suppose it's no coincidence that the most obvious building on this island is a school."

"That it is. The proverbial American melting pot, almost. Everything coming together to intermingle and make things new and fresh. Kind of like the omurice," Mitsutada said. "Are you enjoying it?"

"You know, I am?" Kanan raised his eyebrows, looking down at the dish. "I might have to ask you for the recipe, if you don't mind? It'd be nice to be able to cook more than 'meat in a skillet and some kind of vegetable' with any measure of confidence around here."

"It's a little tricky," Mitsutada said, trying not to boast too much. "But even if you mess it up a little you still end up with eggs and fried rice. I'd be happy to share it."

"So long as it's edible once it's on my plate, I'll be happy," Kanan laughed. "The variety is welcome, thank you."

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