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Luke's, Sunday

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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"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?"

"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."

"It was," Kanan shrugged, then reached for a fork to fidget with instead of messing up his hair... further. "It isn't even the first time the island's pulled that one. The last time it was only for two days, though."

And it had actually managed to pick an even worse time in Kanan's life to haul him here from.

"I think I was perfectly happy in denial about the possibility that it could happen again."

"Forewarned, forearmed, etc," Kaidan said dryly, "Just seems an odd sort of jinx, though. What's the purpose of it? It didn't seem to have one."

He dug into the mound of carbs with a will. Yay, carbs, sugars, fruits and chocolate! Even dairy.

"It rarely seems to have one," Kanan sighed, making his way over to the pancake bar to pilfer a few strawberries for himself.

Hey, his boss had been a dick to him on Friday night, whether it was the island's fault or not. Kanan reserved the right to steal some fruit.

"Hello, my name is Kanan Jarrus, formerly Caleb Dume, recovering mystical-monk-slash-child-soldier. Great to have that one right out in the open, I gotta say."

It was not.

Kaidan threw Kanan a half grin and replied dryly, "Hi, my name is Kaidan Alenko and I was horribly awkward and angsty and had a chip on my shoulder about a mile wide. Oh, and? Biotic freak, to boot." He took a bite, wiped whipped cream off his chin and then licked it off the side of his hand, because that was couth, and added, "So, really, not much has changed."

He shrugged, "You'd already told me most of that, anyway, and whatever you want to be called is fine by me. It was just ..well, sort of awful.. to not recognize my friends. I could understand Peter thanks to the translator, but couldn't talk to him, because he doesn't have one."

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Kanan nodded his agreement to that one.

"I wound up giving him lessons in Basic on the beach. We had a big breakthrough around the moment when he said, 'I understand,' and actually understood what it meant." He managed a half grin of his own, at that. "Turns out, I'd almost forgotten how much Caleb was a well-meaning kid. That was all more or less okay. I am glad he got to hang out with you. Play that stupid game which I in no way am interested in playing again at some point, possibly giving that mushroom you hated so much a try..."

"Little fungal bastard," Kaidan muttered around a bite of pancake, "Anytime. Stop on by. I bet our eye-hand coordination is better now."

The part about Peter made him grin and he did not flail, no, not at all, "And you wondered how I got things..confused? Because that? That's adorable. If I were a cartoon character, my eyes would turn into throbbing pink hearts and I'd probably gasp 'sugoi!' at you. At least someone was able to talk to him. I was a little worried, after movie night, that he'd be isolated but, uh, teen me had the attention span of a gnat, so.."

"My hand-eye coordination was fine," Kanan protested. "I just hadn't figured out the controls yet."

Oh, but now that he understood them, watch out, Boo.

"He did spend a few days just kind of wandering lost," Kanan pointed out. "I'm just not interested in Peter that way... my attention is somewhere else entirely... but there was no way Caleb was going to give up on trying to talk to him one way or another. Besides, we have plenty of languages back home, and not everybody can get their hands on a translator so easily. We make do."

"Oh, I get it, it's just .. like I said before: nice," Kaidan pointed out, "It's.. anti-Dickhead-Prince. Nontoxic."

He ate quietly for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that if he could go back in time and meet his teen self, he'd have to kick him in the ass for being a shitty friend. Friends don't let friends wander around lost and confused. Even if they didn't remember that they were friends. Just not on.

"Ours are implanted at birth. Council requirement for allied races," Kaidan noted, "Though apparently my name mistranslates. I'll have to ask him about that later."

"The translations were a funny thing," Kanan admitted, awkwardly committing to just sort of breezing past the whole nontoxic good guy praise. He had no idea how to deal with that sort of thing, after all. "He told me his name meant rock. And the word for ocean in his language is really similar to the word in Basic. But not many of the other words managed to come close."

Just wait until Kanan realized how much of Earth English came from Greek root words. Make up your mind about words, English.

Poor Kanan, doomed with praise.

"Reminds me of a quote: 'English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'" Kaidan stuffed a huge bite of pancake into his mouth and mumbled from around it, "The speaker wasn't wrong."

"Apparently not," Kanan agreed, reaching up to awkwardly scratch his cheek. "But that doesn't explain why we don't have Greek back home, but we still say ocean."

THe multiverse did this just to screw with him, didn't it?

"You were monks, did you have Latin?" Kaidan asked around another bite of pancake. If he didn't stop shoveling that stuff down his gullet like that, he was going to need to do a lot more running. "Latin and Greek, and sometimes French, were basically the same language at one point.

Kanan shook his head.

"Not really," he replied. "I'd never heard of any of those languages before Fandom. And I understand plenty of languages."

"Odd," Kaidan agreed, "Though there's clearly differences. My translator had nothing for 'sleemo', for instance."

He had definitely filed that away for further use.

"Well, your translator has probably never encountered a Hutt." Americans notwithstanding. "That's for the best, trust me."

"You realize that now you have to tell me about these Hutts, right?" Kaidan grinned, "Just in case one ever shows up here."

"You'd know one to see one," Kanan replied, wrinkling his nose a little. "They're giant sentient slugs, you'd have to look up to look one in the eye, anyway. Big mouths, usually prone to drooling. Little stumpy arms they couldn't use to scratch their own ass if they had one."

He rolled his eyes.

"They're... not charming folks. Most of the ones you hear about back home are crime lords and slavers."

"How fast do they move? Vulnerabilities?" Kaidan asked around a mouthful of carbs, "They sound pretty awful. Almost like our Batarians: slavers, crime lords, terrorists. Batarians are bipedal, but their heads are larger - balder, uglier, and with two sets of eyes. Mostly extinct, in my time, but the Hegemony is probably out there.. somewhere.. right now."

"They move about as fast as they feel like," Kanan replied, shrugging, "which isn't very and isn't often. They're about as vulnerable as any human, you can shoot one or strangle one or cut one wide open, but they also have a tendency to employ about as many bodyguards as you'd expect a crime lord to. You can hardly expect one to do their own dirty work."

Kaidan shrugged, "If they're human-vulnerable, numbers are less of a problem. It's the ones with numbers and layers of kinetic barriers and armored plating that are a pain in the rear." Atlas mechs, for example.

He eyed Kanan's hair and asked, "You gonna keep it like that or dye it back to brown? I still think it looks good, but you seem to be avoiding it like your fingers might come away pink and blue."

"It's best to not pick fights with Hutts unless there's a good reason," Kanan noted. "The last thing anyone wants is to make enemies with the entire cartel."

And then he ducked his head a little.

"I'll probably keep it for now, unless it becomes a problem," he admitted. "I don't actually mind it. But Caleb Dume had a habit of running his hand through his hair whenever he felt out of his depth, and that was a tell that Kanan Jarrus had to put effort into getting rid of. I'm kicking his old habits all over again, now."

Hence the ponytail. It'd be difficult to find him not wearing one outside of a bacta tank.

"Slavery's a good reason," Kaidan pointed out calmly, mopping up some fruit juice with a slice of pancake, "Pretty much the best reason there is. Not that I generally go around picking fights, but if I was going to? Sure."

He chewed and processed that, "Why would it become a problem? Because of the pink?"

Okay, Kaidan had a point there. Kanan chewed the inside of his cheek, and then nodded.

"No, you're right," he replied. "Slavery's a damn good reason. And the Republic as I used to know it would have done something about it. But the Empire now? They encourage it. They use it themselves. Our Galaxy's got a system in place that you need to take down from the top, or you just open up a vacuum for the next Hutt in line to fill, and the victims suffer all the more for it."

And the Empire was...

It was a lot.

"The pink and the blue are pretty distinctive for someone trying to pick a fights with that Empire," he added. "Anything they can track back to me, I'd rather avoid."

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