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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan came in to Luke's to find the staff... not freaking out, exactly, but having some exciting times in the kitchen. Which was an interesting way to find them, really, the busboy standing there wielding a fork, the cook waving a cast iron skillet threateningly.

Kanan had to duck to avoid a mynock to the face when he entered the kitchen to investigate.

"Okay, who let it out?"

Everyone pointed at everyone else.

Kanan sighed.

"Okay, you just... make pancakes. I'll get it back into the freezer."

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Pancakes with any topping we don't have to go into the freezer for

"You know," Kanan said, dusting his hands as he came back out from the kitchen, "we could just serve them on the menu one day."

The cook looked at him, scandalized.

No mynock dishes at Luke's this week. You're welcome, Fandom.

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"Okay." Summer took just one look at the specials board. "So what've you guys got trapped in the freezer this time?"

"It's mynocks again," Kanan sighed. "There's a whole scold of them living in there, and I guess they've migrated to closer to the freezer door. No guarantee you won't get a face full of suckermouth if you open the door today."

He rolled his eyes.

"I keep telling them, mynocks are edible. But the kitchen staff gets all up in arms about it."

"Oh."

Summer almost sounded disappointed that it was just mynocks again.

"Why are they even in there if they're not supposed to be food?" she wondered. "Like, that doesn't seem very sanitary. I bet if a health inspector ever came in here, they'd probably die."

And she ate here. Regularly.

"I don't know," Kanan replied with a shrug. "Probably the same reason there are polar bears in there. And that thing with the tentacles."

He'd been working at Luke's too damn long, if all of those things were coming off as normal.

"If a health inspector came in here, I imagine someone would probably give them an armed escort. Unless we really didn't like them, I guess. I could probably convince them to give the place a great review and take off, sight unseen."

"Can you imagine," Summer laughed, leaning in, "one of those shows on, like, the Food Network or something that go around to different, quirky restaurants coming here? Maybe you guys should come up with some sort of mega-pancake-waffle tower eating challenge to entice them."

Kanan blinked, and then Kanan laughed a laugh of his own, shaking his head.

"Eliot would kill me," he shared. "Can you imagine," he jerked a thumb back toward the kitchen, "those idiots actually behaving themselves for something like that?"

Summer took a second to try an imagine it.

"It'd be like one of those mythical lost episodes that wind up deep, deep in the darkest corners of the internet," she speculated, "buried so deep by the network, cursed footage, never to be seen by the light of day. Whole forums dedicated to whether or not it was real or fake, a big set-up or some collective fever dream of the masses, pancakes and waffles as far as the mind could conceive."

"... See, when you put it that way, I want it."

So sue him. Kanan sometimes got bored.

"Maybe I'll put out some emails," Summer smirked, "see what I can get rolling.

"Speaking of which," she added excitedly, kind of related, in a how-Summer-puts-things-together kind of way, "did Hera happen to tell you what we got into the store yesterday?"

"She did happen to come home with an armload of a certain melon she's pretty fond of," Kanan laughed. "That was your doing, huh? How the hell did you manage that?"

Look at him, he was all impressed with you, Summer.

"Hard work and perseverance?" Summer offered, shrugging a little and looking hopeful, before she just divulged, "Plus, Apu has seriously got some crazy connections that have been untapped for way too long. Do you know how long he'd lived on this island? It's nuts."

Slight pause.

"But mostly hard work and perseverance."

She nodded. She was going to stick with that.

"Well, I'm impressed," Kanan decided. "Connections like that'll do good for you, you know."

For that nebulous future time when they all shipped off to another galaxy, say.

They'd never be wanting for meilooruns and caf and jello again!

"That's the plan," said Summer. "And speaking of connections," because linking everything in that frame work was apparently her thing today, "guess who I got to meet yesterday."

If the precise way in which she grinned after that statement didn't immediately strike some unknown feeling of fear deep within his heart, then, clearly, all this hard work was making her lose her edge.

Yeah, Kanan had a Bad Feeling about this.

"... Do you actually want me to guess, or are you going to tell me who you got to meet yesterday?"

Summer might have let him try to guess, but in that moment, it just seemed more fun just to say it. More fun, or more merciful. Like ripping off a Band-Aid.

"Sabine," she said. "It was Sabine. And she. Is. Great."

There was sure a whole lot of...something in that one word...

Kanan blinked.

And Kanan tilted his head a little.

And then Kanan squinted.

"What are you two planning?"

"Nothing!" Summer said innocently, holding up her hands and laughing. Then she shrugged and looked away, not so innocently. "Or something. Who knows? Certainly not you, but now, it's always going to be a possibility."

She infused the last work with excited mystery, opening her hands with some sort of dramatic flourish.

And here she wasn't planning on pulling that one until she met the Wanna Be Bus Thieves.

Kanan was beginning to get an inkling as to just how doomed he really was.

"... Okay. I'm moving to the moon now," he announced, slipping out from behind the counter and starting for the door.

"Oh, no you don't!" said Summer, laughing, reaching out to get a hold of the back of Kanan's shirt and pull him back, probably into the stool next to her, because, hey, it's not like he was actually working right now. "The moon here sucks, anyway, remember?"

Kanan laughed as Summer hauled him back into the other stool, and shook his head as he pivoted to face her.

"The moon here sucks," he agreed easily. "And you are a menace."

"Yeah." And that was something Summer could agree with easily, and she nudged his leg with her foot. "But you love me anyway. And enough about my totally scoring a million awesome points with one of the best people in the entire multiverse and creating an ever-present fog of dread for the machinations of teenage girls to hang constantly over your shoulders....how was your week?"

"My week?" Kanan leaned his head back a little, looking at the ceiling, mulling over his week. "... Yeah, it was a week, for sure."

Kanan, that was not useful.

"I'm pretty sure Stance's new other other other best friend is Zack's dog. I'll have to chat up Iris about puppy playtime, there."

Straight to the dog, huh? That really must have been some week.

"So how many best friends does Stance have at this point, anyway? Is there anyone out there who Stance doesn't totally adore?"

Well, it had started on a note that had soured Kanan on texting forever. Take that as one would, Summer.

"I'm pretty sure Stance's best friends include everyone from Chopper to that shark that almost ate him when it came through our apartment window that one time," Kanan allowed. "So... grain of salt."

Yikes. Summer would definitely have some feeling about that. That she would have promptly put into a series of totally easily decipherable emojis.

"Oh, hey, I didn't know you guys got a shark through your window, too! Awww, that takes me back. Hey, you think they're ever going to move anyone into my old shark room? Think we should tell them about the dead shark? Well, it might not have been dead when it crashed through the wall, it might have been the push out of it that killed it."

...good memories. She hoped Shiemi was doing well. And not traumatized by their mutual shark trauma.

"Yeah... Hera shot ours," Kanan said, chuckling and shaking his head.

Memories.

"Is the room more or less in one piece? I can't see why they wouldn't move somebody in there if the room's free."

"Well, yeah, I mean, they fixed the wall within the week and you can barely even tell," Summer said. "They managed to even get all the shark blood out, and, believe me, I've looked. There's plenty of rooms, though, they'll probably let it roll over into ancient history before they shift someone else in there. Kinda makes you wonder, though, those rooms've probably got some interesting history in them."

"Oh, probably," Kanan chuckled. "I'm willing to bet the same goes for most of the buildings around this place. Space, the things the island puts everything through year to year? I'd almost like to be able to ask half these buildings about some of what they've seen."

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