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Luke's, Tuesday

It wasn't Kanan's normal day to be at Luke's, no, but Mitsutada had been kind enough to cover for him on the weekend while he'd gone scouting back home to see if he could chase down an old contact of his, and so now Kanan was here, returning the favor.

The busboy squinted at him as he came through the door, and then hurried into the kitchen to confer with the rest of the staff. Kanan just sighed and took his place behind the counter.

And then the specials board came out, and Kanan squinted at it for a moment before deciding, hell, sure, he'd let it slide today.

Today's Specials:
Pumpkin Pancakes
Jack-o-lantern Onigiri
Curry Udon
Red Velvet Spiderweb Cupcakes

There was probably some kind of scattershot attempt at a theme in there, given the holiday, but mostly Kanan was just weirdly thankful to see that they'd thrown pancakes onto the specials board. Probably just to pester him. The universe kept on going, and all was more or less normal for his weird Tuesday shift at Luke's.

[OOC: I remembered, woo!]

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"You're right," Summer announced all of two seconds after taking her usual seat at the counter. "Tuesday pancakes just don't have the same feel to it."

"It feels wrong," Kanan said, glancing up at Summer with a lopsided smile. "I'm afraid to try them, like it'll warp the fabric of reality or something. The cupcakes are good, though."

Kanan and his cupcake addiction. Fear it.

"I can't have cupcakes for lunch," said Summer, who then said, "Oh, wait, yes I can, because I'm a grown ass adult who can do whatever she wants. And it's Tuesday, you're right, Tuesday pancakes, that's just wrong. Tuesday cupcakes, though, has a nice ring to it. I'll have some of those, please."

"Tuesday cupcakes it is," Kanan chuckled, sending an order to the back.

Yes, he was getting another one for himself too.

"Anything to drink today?"

Summer briefly thought that, since she was having a cupcake for lunch, she should maybe get, like, water or something, but...that was so boring. And it was almost Halloween, sugar overload was totally acceptable, and she grinned.

"Milkshake," she said. "Think we can put together a pumpkin spice one? I mean, there's only so many pumpkin spice days left, right?"

"Only so many official pumpkin spice days left," Kanan chuckled. "If there's any leftover stock, someone needs to take that one for the team. But I think that's something they can manage for you. And if they can't, I'll figure it out, so help me."

How hard could it be?

"You know, and they know," Summer said proudly, "that I am always ready to yell at them until they find a way."

Said with a lingering glare toward the kitchen, so they they knew if they weren't already finding a way by now, it may already be too late.

But the glare softened and faded completely when her attention shifted back to BDG, with a faint smile. "So what'd you get sucked into this time?" she asked, even if it also meant having to hold back every fiber of her being that also wanted to ask why she didn't get an invite, because that would mean having to admit that she was kind of bummed out that she didn't, and she didn't want to admit that.

"Nothing exciting," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "Was hunting down a guy who owes me a favor, is all. I offered someone here a supply of bacta, and I needed to find somebody so I could collect. Spent Sunday in the grimiest cantina in the Outer Rim, plying an Ithorian with drinks for information."

He shrugged and sent her milkshake order to the back, too.

"The most excitement of the whole trip came when the absolutely blasted Gamorrean vomited on the Wookiee's feet. Cantinas."

"Cantinas," Summer nodded, her tone agreeable like she actually knew what she was talking about, aggressively so, since she turned it around a second later with, "Which is what I would probably sound like if I'd ever been to one, and I know you said we could go with whatever works with my schedule, but, clearly, I think it's going to be easier working around yours at this point. Last few weeks haven't really been good for it, either, but I think that means we might have some easier ones coming up after those doozies. Sooooo....maaaaaybe....now that we're both not, you know, dealing with dead people or spending far too long as animals..."

Kanan chuckled and shook his head a little.

"How's your Sunday evening?"

Why the hell not?

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"Usually boring and uneventful," Summer said, her tone perhaps just a little too eager and hopeful, eyes bright to match. "And now that I've got someone helping in the store on Mondays now, too, I won't even have to worry about regretting anything the morning after! And we should probably try to clamp down on some plans now before the island decides to interfere with its own bright ideas again."

"True that," Kanan agreed. "I'm thinking a cantina crawl. You, me, my ship, a system or three, wherever hyperspace can take us, whatever trouble we can get into. Scope out the locals and see if there's somewhere that catches your interest for your jello enterprise."

"I like that idea," Summer's head bobbed agreeably with a few nods, grin gaining a little more traction the more she considered it. "I like that idea a lot. I can only stare at what material about your galaxy's available in the library for so long; nothing's really going to give me an idea of anything unless I actually experience it firsthand."

Aw, Summer. You had Kanan all quietly surprised, now.

"You've been researching?"

"Well, duh," Summer snorted a little, rolling her eyes and wondering if he'd ever not be surprised about stuff like that, even if she did kind of secretly, deep down kind of like it. "It's....kind of a big deal, you know? Besides, it's not like I really have that much else going on in my life right now."

Which she'd meant to sound just regular dismissive, but wound up sounding maybe a little more pathetic than she'd intended, so she hastily added more.

"I wanna be prepared. And, if anything, it helps with the business here, too. There's more than enough of you from your galaxy at," she waved a hand a little, "some point in one time or another that just knowing more about it is just smart."

"True enough," Kanan allowed. "It isn't like I don't run out of fingers if I try listing off the ones I know about on one hand."

Her cupcake and a milkshake appeared from the kitchen, he took them and set them both down in front of her.

"You been doing any training with that blaster, yet?"

Good to know where she stood with the galaxy as a whole before going on a bender around the grimiest cantinas he could think of.

"...not as much as I had over the summer," Summer admitted, a bit reluctantly. "I keep kind of forgetting that I can just hop over the shooting range here, but most of my practice has been more...active? So just shooting at targets feels weird for me. But I am comfortable with it. And I've always been a good shot."

Scary good, really, when the right mood hit her.

Her brows lifted and she picked off a piece of her cupcake. "You think we'll need t use 'em while we're out?"

"Bring it along just in case," Kanan replied, shrugging. "I'm not expecting to end up in a shootout while we're there, but there's everything from gangsters to slavers to the Empire to contend with, I'd rather we go ready for trouble, in case trouble happens to find us."

Summer nodded, and it was her turn to say, "True enough."

Trouble did always seem to find her whenever she went anywhere that wasn't Fandom.

"I hope we don't have to," she admitted, "but I guess I can still learn something if we do. I'd rather just rather focus on getting a feel for these places and their business, rather than the feel for having to escape from them."

"Fortunately, escaping from them is a specialty of mine," Kanan said, smiling crookedly. "But we'll pick a few different ones, maybe start our way at 'actually sometimes sweeps the floor' and then work our way right on down to 'populated mainly by criminal sleemos,' and see how it goes. You come across any worlds in your research you wouldn't mind getting a feel for?"

"Wellllll...." Summer said, a bit cautiously, shifting in her seat almost nervously as she picked another bite off her cupcake. She chewed on it a little as if that would give her the confidence she always had in her mind when she thought about rattling off her list of possibilities to him. It didn't, but at least she could preface it a little. "I mean, obviously, I'm just looking at mostly maps and dry as bones economic and political records, from about a bajillion different timelines, so it's hard to piece together a clear picture of where we'd be heading, so I trust that you'll tell me if I'm way off without thinking I'm completely lost, but..."

She took a sip of the milkshake to help cement in her thoughts.

"I want to go to Coruscant, obviously. You can't take two steps into any of this stuff without running right into it, it's obviously a major, if not the major hub of the galaxy, and that's where my current caf connections are working from, anyway. Corellia shows up a lot, too, and from there, following a lot of the trade routes that seem common....Eriadu? It doesn't show up as much, but it does get me out closer to where I think you guys are operating from,and that's important, sticking to the trade routes. And, while we're at it, I've been meaning to ask you about Ryloth. I know that's the Twi'lek homeworld, right? But even without some personal curiosity, Apu took in a ~~very very handwavey~~ special order request while I was a squirrel that I've been starting to look into; someone's looking for a very specific fruit from there, and I realize I don't really have any real contacts there in the system, and I wanted to ask you or Hera about it before I started poking around that too much. But I have been meaning to ask, especially since, after running the conversion rates on his offer, this guy is means some serious business about getting it."

Mitsutada felt weird about not working on a Tuesday so he... came into his workplace.

"...Pancakes again?" Mitsutada said, squinting at the specials board. "They must really like pancakes. At least they're not making them in the style of your face."

Kanan reached back to the kitchen as she spoke, picking up his own cupcake. And good timing, too, because he desperately needed something to throw his attention at while she spoke about Coruscant, there.

When she was done, he nodded a little. Right. Right.

"Coruscant and Corellia are Core," he noted. "I might be able to swing a visit to Corellia, but Coruscant is..." He paused. Swallowed. Hiked up a shoulder ever so casually. "It would be a death sentence for me. Seat of the Empire and all that. Most of the Core is going to be crawling with Imps, it'll take more prep to manage than the better part of a week, if you're really committed to it."

And going back to Coruscant in somebody else's time had been crushing. Going back to his own?

That would... It'd be rough.

"Eriadu and Ryloth are both Outer Rim, though. More my usual stomping grounds, though I'll admit I've never been to Ryloth myself. Hera would probably know more about the current state of Ryloth than I would, though depending on the fruit and if it grows elsewhere, you might be better off trying to find a supplier on a world with a similar climate and fewer Imperials."

"They started the pancake thing to drive me barvy," Kanan muttered, shaking his head, and then putting on a bit of a smile as he looked up at Mitsutada. "They made pancakes that look like you? Really?"

His would have a stupid goatee in chocolate syrup, and angry, angry eyebrows.

"Summer found them not to her liking," Mitsutada said. "So... I ended up eating my own face. That was not an experience I was expecting, but at least it was a fluffy and delicious face."

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