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As was prone to happening every so often, when Kanan stepped into Luke's today, he immediately had to duck in order to keep from being smacked in the face with a flying pancake.

The kitchen staff froze, staring at him, wide-eyed.

The busboy dove behind a table for cover.

Kanan squinted for a moment. And then he reached to peel the pancake off the door, inspecting it for a few seconds before flinging it back in the direction it had come from, smacking the cook upside the head with it.

"I deserved that," the cook confessed.

"Good. Get back to work. Now I want pancakes."

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Caramelized Peach and Oat Pancakes
Strawberry Spinach Salad with Candied Pecans, Feta and Balsamic Vinaigrette
Rose Lemonade
Peach Blackberry Trifle

Kanan suspected that the abundance of fruit in today's specials was an attempt at sucking up so that he didn't beat them all with pancakes.

It was working.

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Since she and Kanan were on better terms these days, and since her own cooking was abysmal, Seivarden thought she should try the pancakes. She didn't think they were anything like Radchaai pancakes, but unless eaten with hands, the food here generally wasn't to bad.

So a pancake brunch, perhaps? Seivarden looked around as she entered.

Kanan glanced up from where he was wiping down the counter, looking faintly bemused as he noted who was in the doorway.

Huh.

"Morning, Seivarden," he greeted, giving her a nod. "Here for something to eat?"

Or lost? Sometimes it was hard to tell.

On a more existential level, Seivarden was definitely lost, but today she was here for something to eat.

"Good morning," she replied. "Yes, I was hoping that the pancakes are reasonably normal today."

Kanan answered that with a wry smile.

"For here, they're damn near boring," he replied. "Peaches and oats, if you're familiar with either. I can have them make up something less complicated, too. It is their job. But I've tried these ones myself. Pretty good, if you like fruit."

Which Kanan did. Which worked out nicely.

"I do like fruit," Seivarden said. "I'll have those, then. And tea."

She paused for a moment, realising that this could get difficult. "If... you have tea."

Proper tea.

By some miracle, Kanan managed to stifle his amusement.

"We have tea," he replied. "I don't think Eliot would stand for an establishment that doesn't have tea."

It was kind of a diner fundamental, really.

"Any type in particular?"

"Eliot appreciates tea?"

If he did, why hadn't she known?

"A black tea of some kind, preferably a Darjeeling or an Assam if you have. No teabags."

"Eliot appreciates a functional diner," Kanan replied. "They have nerf in the freezer, and that's a meat from my galaxy. I'm pretty sure getting tea from this planet is a cakewalk by comparison."

He stepped back from the counter for a moment to go for a rummage, and then surfaced with a container of loose leaf Darjeeling and a pair of rubber gloves.

"You like it just black, right? No sugar or cream?"

He was just remembering the way she'd drank it when they had both been teens, now.

The memory of Caleb making her tea came back to Seivarden too, but naturally she wasn't going to bring it up.

"Just black," she confirmed. "So, nerf?"

"It's a herd animal back home," Kanan explained, pulling out the tea strainer and a cup and, after a moment taken to pull on his gloves and read the instructions to be certain, setting to work preparing the tea. "Their meat is roughly comparable to beef, I suppose. Maybe slightly more gamey. It makes for a decent steak or a hearty stew, even if you don't have much else to put in with it."

Seivarden smiled a little when she saw Kanan putting on the gloves. It should be a thing to be expected, of course, but by now she knew well enough that that wasn't the case here, and considering that until recently she and Kanan hadn't been able to talk to each other... in short, she appreciated it, but that wasn't something she'd mention.

"Sounds expensive to import," she noted. "Eliot must be taking this place seriously."

Which she could appreciate.

"It's always nice to be able to get the kind of food you're used to from time to time."

She was actually thinking about how she had felt on remote stations, when she found they served some dish from Inais.

"Either he takes the place seriously or the place takes itself seriously. It's always a little harder to tell around here," Kanan noted, leaning back and letting the tea steep. "It was good to know that nerf was an option when I was new here and didn't know what anything else was, though. I had the broader strokes. Salt is going to be salt no matter where you go. But it wasn't as though I knew to peel a banana or an orange before eating it. Trying to order a meal based on the kind of flavor I think I want alone had mixed results."

"I have no idea what most of the things are when I go grocery shopping," Seivarden said. "Not that I'm good at cooking anyway." She shrugged.

"Microwave dinners were kind of a godsend before I started experimenting," Kanan admitted. "At least you can kind of look and figure out if the things in there are supposed to be meat or some kind of vegetable. Usually."

Usually.

"That's what I usually eat," Seivarden admitted. "It gets a bit boring though."

"There are really only so many ways to apply ketchup to random things so you can pretend they're edible," Kanan agreed easily. He peered into the teacup, checked his timer, and then pulled the strainer out and set it to the side, making his way over to set the drink down in front of Seivarden.

He'd gotten better at making it since his Caleb days, too. There had been plenty of odd jobs that required a working knowledge of how to make tea over the years.

"Hopefully the pancakes will be a nice change of pace from that. They should be ready for you soon."

"Thank you." Seivarden reached for the cup. It felt strange, but not uncomfortably so, to be reminded of that time they had been teenagers.

"Oh," she said. "I just remembered. I wanted to ask you something."

"Well, now's as good a time to ask as any," Kanan replied, hiking his shoulders up a little and crossing his arms over his chest. "What's up?"

Was he a little concerned about what she was about to ask?

Absolutely. He wasn't an idiot.

"You know, at Caritas, if someone tries to hit you... I mean, I'm not sure how to interpret what was said on the radio, but is there a spell of some kind?"

It might be good to know.

Kanan blinked, and then broke into a faint grin. Yeah, he'd been there that night. He'd slipped on the lilypad.

"Yeah, I've heard talk of that. Nobody can hurt someone inside of Caritas. Why?"

"Just..." She shrugged. "I was just curious. I mean, I know it wasn't my fault, of course."

Because of course Rosa had blamed her.

"Your fault that someone took a swing and ended up in the water? Yeah, no, you didn't do that," Kanan agreed. "And as for why somebody was taking that swing, that's between you and them."

He knew exactly who and exactly why, but he was steering away from acknowledging any of it unless somebody else brought it up first. There had been squirrel bribes for a reason, after all.

Seivarden snorted, then sipped the tea. It was good tea. "It's a good way to end barfights quickly. Good to know about it though, I don't feel like ending up in the pond."

A smirk. "Twice."

The corner of Kanan's mouth twitched faintly.

"Twice," he echoed. "Someone really wanted to rearrange your face, there."

He couldn't imagine why.

Seivarden shrugged. "I don't really know why, though," she said. "She was a lot more fun as a teenager."

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