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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan came in to work today expecting... something. Some kind of shenanigan going on in the kitchen. Anything.

The fact that the kitchen staff was being perfectly well behaved was actually almost suspicious as a result. Kanan squinted around the corner into the kitchen at the cook, who just gave him a weird look and a, "What?"

"... Nothing."

Welcome To Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancake Breakfast free to Veterans Today!

Kanan wasn't going to ask how they were classifying 'veterans' on an island like this one. It was a nice gesture, anyway.

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And there was, of course, a Summer, coming in with a certain determination in her step that suggested she planning on this typical Sunday trip to Luke's to be the first step in an actually normal, straightforward kind of week, but, really, she should really freakin' know better.

It could, at least, be a normal, straightforward kind of Sunday, though, she figured, taking her usual seat with a smile and a "Hey, BDG," before her eyes danced to the specials board. Her head tilted a little. "Well, that's nice."

And it was. Maybe she wouldn't have to yell at them today.

"Hey, Summer," Kanan replied, smiling a little lopsidedly. "And it is, isn't it?"

He glanced at the specials board again. And then he added, "It's confusing."

Look, they'd both met the kitchen staff.

"It is," Summer agreed emphatically, "but I also feel like it's just one of those things best left to be appreciated and generally unquestioned. Enjoy it while you can, sort of thing."

Which, no, wasn't easy, because, yes, they'd both met them.

But, in an effort to heed her own advice, Summer grinned a little again, leaning on the counter. "So how was your week?"

"My week? Mostly uneventful, except for Tuesday's... whatever the hell that was," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "Even Friday had less excitement than most Fridays. How about yours?"

"Ugh, Tuesday," Summer grunted succinctly. "I'm just glad I've finally recovered from that. You know I wound up split between two different dimensions, neither of them this one? Which apparently is a thing, according to Grampa Rick, and he says the recovery period gets better over time, but, honestly, I'm in no rush to find that out, personally. Took me a whole day to even get back together, and then there was the whole business of getting back here, on top of the worst sort of hangover I think I've ever had."

And she'd seen a lot of bad hangovers, BDG. A lot.

"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a great-- did you say two dimensions?" Kanan blinked at her. "At the same time."

What.

"Yup," Summer nodded, sighing faintly. "Part of me in one, part of me in another. It was....an experience."

Honestly, she was mostly just glad she hadn't wound up half-in any dimensions with any of her exes, because, yeah. Awwwwkwaaaard.

Kanan didn't want to know, Kanan didn't want to know, Kanan didn't...

"Which parts?"

He regretted those words the second they left his mouth as his brain caught up with them and managed to weigh how exactly that sounded. Hence the immediate facepalm.

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To her credit, Summer did actually consider pretending she didn't hear the question for his benefit, but then she thought not knowing could potentially make it worse. She smirked a little, leaning back enough to easily make a clean slicing gesture with her finger across the lower part of her stomach.

"Pretty much clean in half about here," she said. "Obviously, I didn't get to see it until I got myself back together again, but there was pretty much just my entire lower body just....walking around out there somewhere for a while."

"Just... doing its own thing, huh?" Kanan looked more mildly impressed as he lowered his hand than horrified. Fandom was clearly getting to him. "And this sort of thing is normal?"

"Normal?" Summer asked, and then she shrugged with exaggeration. "Ehhhh...noooot really. But I guess it's not really unprecedented? Grampa Rick said it happens to him every once in a while, something about blah blah blah, too many hairline rips in the thread of space and time. I told him it was probably more the island, and radio definitely supports that theory, but he might not be wrong, either, if I didn't exactly stay here, myself."

Kanan hesitated for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

"Fair enough," he replied. "I spent a good chunk of Tuesday without a torso. I mean, I had arms, sure, and a head, but they were just kind of hanging around with nothing in between them. Maybe my chest went wandering, too."

"I mean," Summer reasoned with a shrug again, "I guess it's not entirely impossible. Where do you think your torso would go, if it could go anywhere, freed from the rest of you as it may have been?"

Which was a hell of a visual, really, even coming from someone who'd spent nearly the whole day without legs.

"If it was anything like the rest of me, it probably went looking for a bar," Kanan sighed, rolling his eyes. "And was thwarted by a bartender who cares more about my health than my sanity."

Kanan adored Kitty, he really did. And was thankful that she was willing to cut him off before he even started, even though her bar would have made a mint off of him.

"Ugh," said Summer, who had to go with a sarcastic tone because any attempts to be serious would have definitely been ruined by being unable to stop smirking, "not that. People who genuinely care about your health and well-being are the worst."

"I will never get used to it," Kanan informed her, putting his nose into the air and taking on a lofty tone, mostly because he skirted around seriousness and presenting genuine emotion as though emotions were lava. "What is wrong with people?"

They should all know better. Honestly now.

Hey, at least he could joke about it. On the scale of emotional coping methods, leaning on humor was waaaay on the healthy side of things.

Of course, the other side of that scale for Summer involved turning yourself into a pickle just to avoid confronting your emotions, soooooooo....it didn't take much to check the 'healthy' box in her opinion.

It helped, too, that BDG was just so dang cute about it, and Summer had to laugh a little.

"I don't know, man," she sympathized. "You'll never get used to it, and they'll never learn. It's just one of those...never-ending battles of life you've just got to put up with, like it or not."

Still grinning, she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes at him thoughtfully. "You're too," soft, "nice to make an effective curmudgeon, anyway."

"That sounds like a challenge," Kanan informed her. "You know now I'm going to have to do my best to meet it."

He could curmudgeon with the best of them. In the right situations. Generally around smugglers who thought they were charming.

"I'll believe it when I see it," said Summer, lifting her own chin now in acceptance to this challenge, and making a challenge to herself to not just die laughing when she did see it. "But, in the meantime, I think I might need some pancakes."

"And a milkshake?"

Look, there was a Summer-shaped butt groove in that seat. Kanan had to figure out her usual go-tos eventually.

"See?" said Summer, pointing a finger at him. "Perfect opportunity to be a curmudgeon, right there, and you just squandered it. Gotta step it up, BDG."

Then she put on her sweetest smile, one that she was confident that no one in their right mind could be a curmudgeon to. "But, yes, a milkshake, please. Chocolate today, I think. Wait! No. Something with cookies in it."

...it was kind of a miracle that butt-groove didn't just keep getting bigger, really.

"Right, right, next time, no milkshakes," Kanan said, rolling his eyes and smirking. "Next time, prune juice."

He was still unclear as to how somebody could juice a prune, but you do you, Earth.

"So... some kind of cookie mlkshake, huh?"

See him continue to fail to be a curmudgeon.

"Oreo?"

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