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Kanan walked into Luke's and was very nearly bowled over by what he could only describe as a hovering monstrosity composed of noodles and meatballs. It pulled up short just before it could run into him, reared back a little, and then just... kind of reached a noodle out and patted him on the shoulder before flying out the door and ascending up, up, up, out of sight, into the heavens.

He stared after it for a minute, and then looked back into the store, where the staff was staring at him, mouths agape.

"What?"

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancakes, your choice of toppings!
Spaghetti!

As Kanan settled in for his shift and chased the staff back to their respective jobs, he could have sworn he'd heard the busboy whisper, "He's been touched by His Noodly Appendage."

... Sure.

[OOC: Open! Possible SP today as the brother unit visits to ransck my D&D books.]

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Sabine was back this week, again because she knew she wouldn't need rum bribes, taking a seat at the counter. "I've come for a Coke and an update."

"Coke first," Kanan said, nodding in greeting and grabbing said drink before sliding it down the counter to her. "And an update. I talked to her on Friday after class. Hopefully without making it too weird."

Which he led in with only because he'd managed to make it super weird with all the fretting he'd done over Sabine.

He really had.!

"How'd it go?"

"Well... she knows what I am," Kanan replied, hiking up one shoulder and grabbing a Coke for himself, too. "We had a really pleasant conversation about childhood monster stories and ultimately agreed that whether I'm a Jedi and she's a Sith or not, she's here as a student, and I'm here as a teacher, and so help us both, that's what we're going to be."

...

"So, it went well."

He was pretty sure.

"Good," she said, sipping her Coke. "Honestly, some of what she talks about... it's a little intense but it doesn't all sound bad?"

Which was maybe not the best take to come away with when this was your introduction to Sith stuff.

"I can only assume," said Summer, swinging by on her lunch break, "that spaghetti is one of the options for toppings?"

Not that she wanted it, she just wanted to put it out there.

"It... sounds like a counterpoint to what I do, mostly," Kanan admitted. "I'd need to talk to her more to really find out what it's about. She'd mentioned parallels, too, particularly in lightsaber forms."

Which was more than he had ever really had the opportunity for before, what with how the Order of his time had basically believed the Sith to be extinct.

"It can be," Kanan replied, grinning faintly. "Mostly, I think the cook was inspired by the visitor we had in here earlier."

The weird handsy one.

Hernando went for a late lunch after work. He hoped to catch Eliot and speak with him about an event later in the month.

He walked through the door and saw who was behind the counter.

Footsteps fell to a halt just before he turned and walked right back out the door again.

"As long as you're sure about that," she said, but she wasn't worried about it like she was last week. And she admitted, "I might be becoming friends with her a little?"

Kanan just stood there, stared hard after him, and then settled back to resume wiping down the counter.

Sure.

Kanan couldn't help but smile a bit wryly at that.

"I'm not here to police who anybody makes friends with," he said, shaking his head. "The best I can figure, she's from either a different reality or a completely different era than we are. I couldn't begin to actually tell you about the Sith, as she knows them. If you think she can be trusted..." He shrugged. "She seems level-headed. She seems reasonable. I trust your judgment."

It didn't hurt that Sabine knew how to handle herself.

"Oh, I know," she said. "But I also don't want to get anyone else in trouble, either. Just want to make sure everything's clear."

"Visitor?"

Come now, BDG. You couldn't just drop spaghetti and visitor and not expect Summer to want the deets.

"Everything's clear," Kanan replied, holding up the hand that wasn't holding his Coke. "I'm still liable to be a little wary, but..." He shrugged. "I figure I grew up on enough stories of what the Jedi filtered the Sith down into over a thousand years, it'll be hard to shake."

He sipped at his drink, and then added, "But she didn't attack me outright when she found out, so that's good."

Especially since he'd made a point to leave his lightsaber unassembled.

"Sentient spaghetti, Summer." Kanan shook his head. "Sentient spaghetti that flew."

"...and the cook's response to this," said Summer, after a moment to picture what was being described to her, "to flying sentient spaghetti...was to feature it on the specials?"

Not cool, cook. And this coming from a former cannibal, too.

"She seems reasonable. Will talk about lightning- can you do lightning?- and then be careful about it," Sabine said. "It's not so much a red flag as a bright pink one."

"I... can't do lightning, no," Kanan said, looking at his hand for a moment. And then shaking his head. "If I do lightning, something's gone terribly wrong."

"... Yeah, there's something seriously wrong with the cook," Kanan allowed, after a pause. "Huh."

She nodded.

"I don't know much about this," she said. "I feel a little like I'm about to get an education in all of it."

To be fair, that was likely to be her whole semester, on a few subjects.

"There's something seriously wrong with everyone who works back there," Summer pointed out, as if he needed the reminder. "What was this sentient spaghetti like? What did he/she/it order?"

Garlic bread. Please say it was garlic bread.

"Honestly," Kanan noted, "when it comes to Sith, I think I'm going to get a bit of one, too."

For better or worse, he supposed.

"You know, I didn't think to ask? It...? Was heading out already when I arrived. Patted my shoulder, and now the rest of the staff has been treating me like some kind of deity ever since. Watch this."

He leaned backwards, and then called into the kitchen, "Hey! What's the Sunday special today and forever more?"

"Pancakes!!!"

Kanan looked at Summer, and then just raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, it sounds foreboding when you say it," Sabine decided. Had to be a Jedi thing.

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