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The Perk, Wednesday Morning

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," the barista said, mostly keeping a straight face.

Seivarden rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean." The barista still looked perfectly serious.

"Fine, you fucking uncivilized..." She made a gesture with her hand, "can I have a cup of hot leaf water, please."

"Are you sure? You've never..."

"Aatr's tits, you really are enjoying this, aren't you? All of you." Seivarden gestured towards the rest of the staff. "You can call tea whatever you like, and the name that's in your menu just proves how..."

"Sorry, what was it you wanted?"

"HOT LEAF WATER, you, you...! And just because you insist on calling it that doesn't mean you can make it from that paper bag stuff."

Seivarden got her tea -- not hot leaf water -- and she had to admit it was quite good, and she sat down at a table by the window.

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All Kanan had wanted was a coffee before the school thing in the park. A nice, quiet coffee.

Well, he'd wanted a caf, but he wasn't about to do battle with the caf maker today before having caffeine in his system and he was pretty sure the Perk still didn't serve it.

So, coffee. Which he was going to sit and enjoy by a window, taking in the morning sunshine in the peace and qui--

--you fucking uncivilized...

He sighed.

"Close," he muttered to himself. "So close."

Seivarden glanced at Kanan, not sure how to react, or what reaction to expect. Finally she settled with a nod in greeting, her annoyance with the barista now mingled with a feeling of awkwardness she didn't like.

Yeah, this was... weird.

This was weird. Kanan nodded back, lifting up his coffee up in a bit of a... greeting? Toast? Salute? In a something, anyway.

"I really didn't put them up to it, you know," he said, because it was better than pointing out that she was lucky, once again, that they hadn't spat in it.

Seivarden gave a small nod again, looking away as she sipped her tea.

After some silence, she said: "The colour didn't go away?"

She still hadn't managed to get rid of all the glitter. And while this was the really awkward topic, she decided that pretending that she could talk about it casually was possibly giving her an advantage.

It might have worked better if Kanan hadn't been a Jedi.

Yeah, that would have been a hard sell.

"Apparently not," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders a little. "I don't hate it too much. I'll probably hold off on going somewhere to get it re-coloured for a while, anyway."

He paused, and then decided, to hell with it, "You're still glittering, I see."

Seivarden ran her hand over her head.

"I've been told I just have to wait until it falls off."

A tiny smirk appeared on her face. "I'm guessing Emily didn't offer to help to dye it back either."

Kanan gave a little snort at that, taking a drink of coffee before replying.

"Emily is in denial, but let me buy her a beer to make up for the price of the dye," Kanan reported. And then paused. And, even surprising himself, added, "I can get that glitter out for you. Don't even have to cross the room."

She already knew the Jedi thing. It was only a matter of time before she realized what that meant.

Seivarden just looked at Kanan for a while, wondering if to take that offer seriously. She wasn't going to claim she didn't believe that he could do it, but...

"Does that mean can and will?" she asked calmly.

"If you like," Kanan replied with a shrug. "Glitter's easy enough."

Try lifting a collapsing mountain sometime. Glitter was very literally nothing in comparison.

Seivarden realized that the reply to that offer had less to do with how she felt about the glitter than whether she wanted help from Kanan. She was silent for a moment.

"Fine. Yes. Please."

Turning the offer down would make her seem scared, wouldn't it?

Not as much as simply being scared at all would. But Kanan nodded, and then wordlessly held out a hand. It took next to no effort at all; a small collection of glittery pieces lifted up and out of Seivarden's hair, twisted around themselves, and then made their way over to Kanan, where they floated just above his hand, a tiny glittering ball formed out of air and sparkles.

"That should be all of it."

How much had she used?

A lot. She had been a fifteen year-old with two jars of glitter.

Seivarden watched the glitter float from her hair to Kanan's hand.

"That's what they taught in your... Order?"

There was no point in pretending last week hadn't happened anymore.

"Mmm," Kanan confirmed with a wry twist to his lips. "The Jedi were actually just telekinetic hairdressers."

They clearly were not.

"This is a child's trick, really, but it still comes in handy from time to time."

A tiny smile appeared on Seivarden's lips. "Might be a good business. Although if that's what your Order uses for war..."

"Used," Kanan said, looking down at the glitter, and then moved it across the room, depositing it in the trash in. There. Good place for it. "Would've been interesting to see us take down Sep droids with sparkles, though."

He reached for his coffee. Totally fine, over here. Totally fine.

Seivarden guessed both of them would prefer that she didn't ask more about that 'used'.

"Sounds inefficient, yes," Seivarden said. "Not that I know what Sep droids are."

She took another sip of her tea, throwing a glance out through the window.

"Why Caleb?"

Kanan turned a sidelong glance toward her for a moment at that.

"It was my name."

And now it wasn't.

"Oh."

Seivarden sipped her tea again.

"The haircut?"

"Traditional," Kanan supplied. "The braid meant I was a student."

Again, nothing that was exactly a secret. Nothing she couldn't learn by asking anyone else prone to wearing those robes around here.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but ponytail is an improvement."

She wasn't going to mention the goatie.

Kanan actually gave a little laugh at that, shaking his head.

Shit. They were getting along. Tentatively.

How the hell...

"It's more practical, anyway."

It was definitely strange, and Seivarden wasn't sure if she was comfortable with it.

"Oh, and I didn't say anything, but those robes..."

She wasn't being mean, just grabbing for the easiest topic so that this didn't turn into an uncomfortable silence.

"Not exactly a fashion statement, I know."

Which wasn't why he didn't wear them anymore, but hell, he wasn't going back to them either way, so what did it matter?

Seivarden let out a small laugh.

"Not, really, no."

"Tradition," Kanan supplied again, by way of explanation. "There was a lot of that."

For better or worse.

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