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Luke's, Sunday

So, there were deer outside. Teal reindeer with their antlers all done up in lights, which was at the very least charming, with a possible side dose of annoying if you wanted to get from one side of town to the other without being trampled by greenish caribou or blinded by sudden holiday illumination all up in your business.

Kanan didn't have a problem with them. He left them alone, they left him alone, it worked out.

Apparently someone in the kichen disagreed.

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Today's Specials:
Venison Tenderloin with Blueberry Sauce
Rack of Venison, Roasted Carrots, & Forager Sauce
Venison & Wild Mushroom Wellington
Chinese Pancakes with Aromatic Pulled Venison

"There is something seriously the matter with you guys."

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And Summer, naturally, though the teal reindeer were great, especially with the lights, they were so much prettier than just boring old brown reindeer, and she kind of wanted them around forever. Which was why the specials board was particularly offensive to her when she came into the diner and sat down, despite the fact that they at least included some sort of pancake.

"They know that's not even remotely funny, right?"

Which she felt she could be a pretty good judge on, having, you know, eaten people before. But those were bad people in a nightmare-fueled dystopian apocalypse hellscape who were actively trying to kill her. These were beautiful and harmless majestic creatures just spreading holiday cheer. There was a thing called context for this sort of thing, people! Context!

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"I've given up ever trying to understand them," Kanan admitted, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling in exasperation. "You're welcome to do your magic until they agree to change it, if you want."

Yell. She was welcome to yell.

Summer narrowed her eyes toward the kitchen, considering it, but she felt a sense of laziness today that prevented her from outright jumping straight into it. They'd kind of gone all-out there, she had a feeling they might be a little stubborn about it, and she was gauging if it was really worth her time and energy.

Today, maybe not.

"We'll see," she concluded. "I think, if I have no problems getting just my regular pancakes and milkshake without any venison coming even close to touching them, I'm perfectly fine with them advertising to everyone how horrible they are."

Although there was a good chance that, after she left, and saw more of the reindeer and thought their big soulful eyes were judging her for putting up with it, she'd stomp right back in and go at it with them full-tilt. But, for now, she was currently free from their sad, sad 'don't eat us' gaze.

"That's kind of where I'm sitting," Kanan admitted, and then shrugged and leaned forward against the counter. "So, what'll it be today? Anything on your pancakes? Any new and exciting milkshake ideas?"

"Well..." Summer's head tilted thoughtfully for a moment. "It's December now, and the island's fondness for holiday cheer hasn't gotten old yet, so I think I'd better take advantage of that before I really get sick of it. So, like, apple pancakes with cinnamon, maybe, with an eggnog milkshake, if you guys have it. Get it in now while I can still enjoy it."

"No better time than the present," Kanan agreed.

Especially since tomorrow was going to be eggnog hell. Not that he knew that. He wrote down the order and sent it back to the kitchen, and then settled in to grin back at Summer.

"So, how are things? Ears stop ringing yet?"

Summer snorted. "Yeah, thankfully," she said with a relieved sigh. "Although I don't think I'm ever going to get 'Little Drummer Boy' out of my head. We got the stereo back to normal, at least, and didn't have to resort to just taking a hammer to it. It was almost enough to make me want to change to just regular music, but it just feels so wrong, and it's important to keep the reminder to anyone in the shop that there's only so many days left to get presents."

As if the island wouldn't be putting up its own constant reminders, but, you know.

"Riiight... presents. This is a presents holiday."

Kanan still consistently failed at holidays.

Summer had to grin faintly at that. "It's also a place where most people don't even know what Christmas is," she reminded him, feeling it tied very nicely into their conversation the other day the store. "I don't imagine anyone you'd want to get presents for holding it against you if it continued to slip your mind."

Of course, she might be feeling fairly generous in that respect herself because, while she certainly did plan on getting presents, the whole idea that presents existed was about as far as she'd gotten on the matter, especially since that laziness part of her was working in conjunction with the part of her that knew she could literally just dole out T&C gift cards if she really failed to deliver by the deadline.

Honestly, at this rate, Kanan would just be handing out IOU notes and promises that he'd buy pancakes.

"I suppose not," he allowed, and then shook his head a little. "I've already gotten one invitation to a holiday meal at some point. I figure one of these days I might actually get the hang of whatever all this is meant to be, but for the time being it just sort of stays confusing."

How were so many people okay with a guy coming down their chimneys in the night, anyway?

And Summer did also have the fall-back of just making everyone weird jello, too. It was probably expected at this point.

"I mean," she said, "I'd offer to explain it, but I think as I get older, it makes less and less sense. It just feels like clinging to traditions just because they're traditions. I'm not even sure we'd really do much back home if my dad wasn't so gung-ho about it all, but maybe that's different, when you have a family and kids and stuff, even though we're not really kids anymore."

Young, sure, but you didn't come out of half the shit she'd been through still feeling like a kid. But maybe, she understood enough now to consider it, that's why he held on as hard to it as he did.

"I wouldn't know," Kanan replied, hiking a shoulder up in a shrug. "This is one of those things that's going to be forever elusive to me, I think. I like the idea of it, the people you care about, taking a day or two to just appreciate being together with them. But the traditions are pretty disjointed if you don't have any context for them."

And 'family' was complicated.

Wasn't that the truth? Summer offered over a faintly empathetic smile and a shrug of her own shoulder. "Exactly why you shouldn't worry too much about it," she said. "Just kind of enjoy what you can. I personally don't like making too big of a deal of it, myself, either."

Kanan nodded, looking... relieved, actually. Here was permission from an actual for real Earth person who knew what Christmas was on about to not stress himself sick over a holiday that wasn't even his.

"If anybody asks why I'm not throwing myself obsessively into the holiday, now I get to tell them you gave me permission to take it easy," he noted, giving her a grin. "So, thanks for that."

"Honestly?" said Summer with a laugh. "I'd be a little more worried if you were throwing yourself into it obsessively. Red flag city, right there. But, yeah, you're welcome. Anyone gives you crap about it, send 'em my way, I can deal with them accordingly."

"Even the island throws itself obsessively into the holiday," Kanan noted. "Kind of makes you wonder."

Well. Didn't make him wonder that hard, really. Fandom tended to throw itself obsessively into plenty of things. It was really a wonder anybody ever got anything done around here in the first place.

"But yeah, thanks, Summer. You're my hero."

His Christmas hero.

"Tsch," Summer clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes a little as she waved a dismissive hand, all actions that seemed pretty contradictory to her smirk. "Stooop. Talk like that is just going to go straight to my head."

Said the person who literally saved his life before yet actually never brought it up if she could help it.

"But, if you insist, I guess I could take a hero's discount on my lunch today."

She was modest (when it really counted), sure, but not that modest.

"Half-off it is today," Kanan replied, smirking. "Anyone has problems with that, I'll just claim there was venison-related trauma."

He turned around and picked up her pancakes and milkshake from where they were waiting, and set them down in front of her.

"There you go. Should be reindeer-free."

"Thanks, BDG," said Summer, "you're the best."

She was going to pull the milkshake a little closer for a big initial sip, savoring a little, knowing that in a few weeks, she'd probably be sick of the stuff. For now, though? It was perfect.

"Sooooo," she added, then, after she'd savored and getting ready to dig into the pancakes, "and this is clearly hypothetical, obviously, since we're not making a big deal out of anything, buuuuut....if you were to get something as a present, what sort of stuff would you want?"

HYPOTHETICALLY.

"Uh," Kanan said, looking vaguely at a loss at that. "I mean, I have everything I want. I'm kind of minimalist that way."

Seriously, it was a wonder his apartment had furniture.

Because it had been furnished when he moved in.

He frowned faintly.

"Donate something," he decided. "Maybe to some organization that helps resettle refugees. That sort of thing resonates with me a little."

For, you know, some reason.

And, just like that, someone who wasn't even from here understood Christmas better than most, herself included in that, more often than not.

"You're such a nerd," Summer informed him admiringly. And she would definitely be doing that, yes.

"Speaking of giving back, though, are you and Hera thinking about doing the same class again next time around? How'd it go this semester?"

"I think it went well," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders a little. "We might not have changed the world, but I think we probably made it a little easier for someone out there. No plans for a repeat performance, I don't think. Hera and I haven't really discussed what to do from here, yet."

He shrugged.

"There's still time, I suppose. How about you? Any more big plans for teaching people how the world works, now that my dog has been offered a blue checkmark?"

Stance was doing pretty well for himself. His Twitter had been doing great before. Now that there were puppy photos, people were going ballistic about it.

"Y'know," said Summer thoughtfully around a bite of pancakes, "for as much as I crapped out," hard, "on that class at the end here, I have to say, that's at least one amazing thing that did come from it. Stance's twitter is legit amazeballs. But I'm really not sure teaching a bunch of old farts," said with love, of course, "is really for me. It pretty much just felt like I was just ranting at a wall of blank faces every week."

Which...you know...was exactly what it was.

"I'm glad I tried it, though. Maybe I'll try my hand at teaching slightly younger farts instead, more my pace, you know? Besides, I mean, I have a ton of weird real life experience to build off of that, I don't know, might one day help them be better prepared to deal with..." She waved a vague hand, "whatever this place decides to throw at them."

"Teaching slightly younger farts definitely comes recommended," Kanan offered. "I mean, I'm saying this as someone who hasn't actually given an adult class a try, I'll admit that, but..."

He shrugged.

"The teenagers are here to learn in the first place. Most of the adults around this island are probably just bored." Or had their rubber arm twisted. "And we can always use more classes on how to deal with," he mimicked her vague hand wave, "you know. All of this."

"I think maybe," Summer mused with a smirk, "after I've run them through Gazorpians, purge planets, Krootabulon Soul Bonds, screaming suns, and false-memory-creating brain slugs, they might almost be as jaded as I was when this place throws tinsel rain and giant scorpions and singing novelty fish bent on unholy revenge at them. I should definitely try it. I mean, there's only so much time left before I really set in on my big space jello enterprise anyway, right?"

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There was a moment's pause, and then Kanan shuddered.

"Screaming suns."

Hey, Fandom had given them that one! Possibly before Summer's time. Kanan hadn't been a fan.

And he was steering good and far away from even thinking about asking what the hell a 'purge planet' was.

"Oh, did I not tell you about Screaming Sun Planet?" Summer's head tilted. "It was one of the three inhabitable planets outside of Galactic Federation territory when we were on the run after the Birdperson-Tammy Wedding Massacre. There was Screaming Sun Planet, where the sun screamed all day and days there were forty-two hours, and then the planet where everything was on a cob, and then Tiny Planet, which had a circumference of a whole 330 yards total. We measured it once; that's where we ended up settling, and there wasn't a whole lot to do on Tiny Planet."

"Man!" she added with a nostalgic little laugh. "Hard to believe that was almost two years ago now. Time flies, I guess!"

"Time flies," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "Fandom parked itself on Screaming Sun Planet for a while, once. It was not a great experience; I would have picked Tiny Planet, too."

Because really.

Really.

"Shame you didn't come to the island sooner," he added. "The whole damn island was pulling a multiverse tour when I arrived here. There was Screaming Sun Planet, and this one place where you could eat at a restaurant and watch the universe end every night. Pretty show. I never want to have a conversation with the main course ever again."

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