Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan hadn't lingered around anywhere this morning upon waking up to find himself normal again. He'd slipped out the door to give Stance his morning walk, dropped him off back at the apartment again, and then made his way to Luke's, because he'd be damned if he'd let the last half a week stop him from living his kriffing life.

The busboy regarded him with some level of amusement, and Kanan wasn't sure if it was because the pink and the blue streak were still in his hair from Thursday night, or if it was because of the whole situation in general, so he decided to ignore it right up until the guy opened his mouth.

"Good morning, Ca--"

Kanan fixed him with a glare that could have melted durasteel.

"--nan."

Better.

Today's Specials:
Pancake bar. You want toppings, do it yourself.

Specials board achieved, Kanan settled in to wipe down the counter with a vague aura of menace about him for the rest of the day.

[OOC: Open! Cranky Padawan is cranky but probably wouldn't take much to loosen up again, honest.]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

How about a nice dose of his favorite jello-slinging redhead makin' that cell blow up with another video call? It worked really well last time, Summer thought, and she didn't even have a baby to juggle this time, so she when she figured it might be a good time for break, she gave it a try.

Besides, maybe she just liked seeing his face.

Even if she didn't know which face she'd be seeing.

[uncertain_dume]

The face in question? Definitely a Kanan, rather than a Caleb. A Kanan who wasn't sure if he was ready to communicate with people just yet, but who figured it was best to just get it over with anyway.

He hadn't even opened his mouth to say hello when the busboy popped into the frame.

"Careful, he's a biter today!"

Kanan growled and shoved him back out of frame.

"Hey, Summer."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hey!" Opportunity to yell at the staff? Fuckin' seized. "Get back to work!"

And then her expression settled into a faint, relieved sort of smile. "Hey, BDG. How you doing? Besides having to deal with the usual idiots?"

[uncertain_dume]

"If my answer is, 'not great, actually,' will you regret making this call?"

Because oof. This week had certainly happened, hadn't it?

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Never," Summer answered without even thinking about it first, but her head tilted a little afterwards, trying to think of what could have prompted a response like that when she figured the worst that could happen was a little sheepishness and embarrassment. But it was Kanan, too, so there was probably some yet unearthed part of him that had gotten all stirred up.

And instead of delving right into that, she just decided to ask, "You didn't really bite anyone, did you?"

Granted, if he had, the bitee probably deserved it, buuuut...

[throughaphase]

Things were back to normal, so Kitty was back here today. And eyeing the specials board. "What if I ask nicely?"

She'd do it herself, but of course she asked that.

[uncertain_dume]

"If you ask really nicely, I might even be convinced to go back to the kitchen for extra peanut butter," Kanan replied. And then sighed and tried a smile on for size. "Hey, Kitty."

[throughaphase]

"Hi. Welcome back," she said with a little smile. "So let me guess how your day's going."

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm sure it'll be a hard case to crack," Kanan replied with a shrug. "I'm being so subtle about it today, after all."

The busboy snorted as he walked by to clear a table.

[throughaphase]

"...Do you need a hug?"

That was a sincere offer, too. Sometimes weekends meant needing hugs.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan felt like he had a hangover, but it wasn't a migraine, so he went for a multi-mile run at top speed while he processed the weird of the week. Nearing the end, he saw the diner and remembered that Kanan had said the food there wasn't always odd, so he took a chance and went in.

Spotting Kanan, taking in the dyed hair and the scowl, Kaidan greeted him with, "It didn't happen, and even if it did, we weren't here. I'll be your alibi if you'll be mine. Right now, though, I'm in heavy need to carboload and eat my feelings, so what kind of toppings would you suggest?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Chocolate, strawberries, whipped cream, nuts, and about ten other fruits," Kanan decided. "I'm at the point where it's comfort food and potential regret, as nature intended."

Denial was great. So great.

[spectre_alenko]

"That sounds suspiciously like something healthy," Kaidan grinned, "But it also sounds fabulous, so sign me up." After a moment, he asked, "You hanging in?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I haven't shoved any of the staff into the freezer to deal with the polar bear, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say yes," Kanan replied, his hand stuttering to a stop about halfway to his hair before he could run his fingers through it.

He rubbed the back of his neck instead. Damn you, Caleb.

"For the time being."

It was a close thing, though.

"You?"

[spectre_alenko]

"That's a good. Feeding people to polar bears, probably not the best of plans," Kaidan noted, "I suggest continuing the plan to not feed people to bears. It might make you feel better temporarily, but in the long run, you'd just have to clean the freezer."

He shrugged over his plate of pancakes ala sugar rush, "I'm.. processing the jinx. It was an odd experience."

[futurespacemom]

If you were going to head off like that, Kanan, you were going to get Hera following you.

She let him go, left him some time to himself, then showed up at the diner and slid onto a stool, waiting.

[uncertain_dume]

He let her sit there.

Not long, no. He saw her sit down, after all, and would have hated himself if he ignored her completely. But it was a good five minutes before he found the nerve to actually walk to her end of the counter, and by that point he felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin.

"... So."

So.

[futurespacemom]

"Hi," Hera said, giving him a little smile. "Can I get a Coke, please? And whatever you think is good for lunch."

[uncertain_dume]

"The pancakes come highly recommended today," Kanan offered, mostly because to hell with effort today. "And a Coke, sure."

He... was not moving toward the pancakes. Or the Coke.

"So," he said again. Because that seemed like a great way to kind of segue into... something. "This week. That was a thing."

[futurespacemom]

"It was," Hera agreed. She put a hand over one of his on the counter. "Do you want to talk about any of it?"

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker was back to normal. And she'd spent last night in one of her new-old hide-outs, stealing it from ... herself. She was kind of trying to get her head around that, as well as how different Hardison and Eliot had been as teenagers. She'd been pretty much the same person her entire life, mostly. It kind of seemed like they hadn't.

So yeah, she was contemplating her banana split and doing the Parker version of brooding, which involved absent-mindedly stealing little packets of salt and those tiny cream cups.

[uncertain_dume]

"Looks like you have a lot on your mind," Kanan noted, coming by to re-stock the salt packets and the tiny cream cups. "This week get to you, too?"

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker made a face. "Yeah. And Hardison and Eliot. We were all freaked out to wake up in house we didn't know on an island we never heard of. You?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I fell out of bed convinced my dog was a wolf," Kanan offered, "and taught a class about something I knew nothing about at the time."

Weird week all around.

[whoisalicewhite]

"I sold all our kitchen stuff," Parker admitted. "And I need to get people's phones back to them." She shrugged. "Teenage me was still working up to the bigger stuff." She frowned. "Also I can't find Eliot."