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Luke's, Sunday

The kitchen staff seemed mostly distracted today. Oh, sure, they were doing their jobs back there, but they seemed less engaged with one another than usual. It took Kanan a while to figure out what had captivated their attention, too. A trip back to collect a place of pancakes revealed the cook, the dishwasher, and the busboy all huddled around a phone screen, watching some manner of cartoon about a man made of snow.

Kanan leaned in to watch for a moment, and then shrugged, shook his head, and gathered up the order to bring out for the customer.

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Eggnog Pancakes
Chocolate-Peppermint Pancakes
Gingerbread Pancakes

Kanan just let them be back there. If it kept them out of trouble, sure, they could watch cartoons.

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"Ugh!" Summer collapsed dramatically onto the counter when she came into the diner that day, lingering in her distraught state for a moment before lifting her head. "You have to distract me, BDG, or else I am going to wind up getting sucked into all these Hallmark-channel made-for-TV holiday-theme movies, which will consume my entire day, and if a box of wine shows up, then it's all over, I'm done for, I'll officially have turned into my mother."

Meanwhile, in another dimension, on the other side of the country, Beth Smith looked up startled from her glass of merlot at ten in the morning and felt very attacked all of a sudden, idly turning up the volume up on a meet-cute scene that involved dogs with santa hats.

"Ah, is that what's going on today?" Kanan smirked faintly. "I guess that would be difficult to avoid."

Particularly if you were attached to a screen all the time.

"I hadn't even realized until I came in and saw the guys in the kitchen watching something about a man made out of snow. Sure, I can be a distraction. How high on the distraction scale do you want this one to rate?"

Summer's twitch was not so much in the corner of her eye as it was in her currently not-texting thumbs.

"How high," she asked, "does the scale go?"

Kanan paused as he considered Summer's state of being.

"How high do you need it to go?"

Because this looked fairly dire.

Summer had caught two second of something when trying to check her Snapchat and was still dying to know the answer to the question of What if Santa Claus....was a woman??!?

"At least nine-tenths of whatever scale we're using," she decided.

Kanan considered that answer, then jerked a thumb towards the MCA and said, "How about holiday shopping in another galaxy?"

And though the light in her eyes and the fact that she sat up from her miserable slouch said Sold!, Summer wasn't going to just throw herself all in straight away, just because he threw in two of her favorite words. Though it was tempting.

Her grin was a little crooked. "In a galaxy that doesnt even know what those holidays even are?"

And once she said it, she realized that only made it more appealing, really.

See Kanan.

See Kanan just make twin finger-guns at her and grin.

Exactly, Summer. Exactly.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "are those finger-guns? Did you guys get an extra shipment of cheese in today, or something?"

She was trying very hard not to encourage him by showing amusement, but she wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"But, yeah, I think some off-world shopping would be amaze-balls. You have anywhere in particular in mind?"

"Nowhere offhand," Kanan admitted. "Figured we could maybe go as far in as mid-rim, maybe take in a marketplace somewhere..."

He shrugged.

"Mostly came up with that plan off the top of my head. Any requests?"

Preferably ones that wouldn't get him killed?

But...all the fun ones (in her extremely limited, mostly business-focused experience, anyway) were the one that'd get him killed.

Summer thought about it for a moment, though, conjuring up some of the trade routes she'd started seeing in her sleep by now. "I liked Naboo," she mused; it was easily her favorite out of where they'd been so far. "Anywhere else very similar to that? Ooh! No. Somewhere warm. Hot, even. Like, complete opposite of typical holiday weather."

Kanan blinked at that, and squinted. Leaned his head back a little.

"Soooo, you want a desert world? We've got desert worlds." He paused. "Or a tropical planet, maybe something with fewer moisture farms."

"Tropical," Summer decided without much hesitation; she'd thought about it, but it didn't take her long to reach a conclusion. "The winter dryness is already wreaking havoc on my skin without having to go and throw heat and sand into the mix."

"Tropical it is," Kanan replied easily. "So, let's get your weekly pancakes and milkshake into you, and then I can take off early and I'll give you another flight lesson on the way."

"Sure," said Summer, finding a faint smirk that didn't stay small for too long, "if your ship's even still there when we get to it."

She had not made fun of him about that nearly at all; this was well overdue, don't even!

"If it's not still there, we'll take a kriffing portal," Kanan muttered, "and then I'll come back and have to shake two students silly later, I guess."

They both knew better now, dammit.

"Am I allowed to at least be a little impressed with them?" Summer asked. "Because I am a little impressed with them."

It did her own little ship-stealing heart good, although, really, BDG's and Grampa Rick's ships were two completely different animals if you got down to brass tacks.

"Maybe a little impressed with them," Kanan sighed. "Especially since apparently there's more than a couple of centuries between my ship's time and Vette's."

Apparently, there were a few milennia in there for good measure.

"Hey, yeah," said Summer. "That's not too bad, then, really, if only they could get the 'not getting caught' part down. Unless they already have, and they're just so good at it you haven't noticed and the botched attempt was just to throw you off the trail."

"That'd be two botched attempts, and they actually got off the ground with this vehicle," Kanan noted. "They're getting better. And if they do it again, I'll kill 'em."

No, he would not.

But he'd be a very disappointed Space Dad.

And nobody wanted that.

"Well," Summer offered, "you know I'm good for a few places to hide the bodies. I can get the coordinates for Screaming Sun Planet. No one'll want to look for them there."

Look at her, already with a backup plan for what to do with the corpses of potential students! She was going to make a great FH teacher!

"In the meantime, though," she said, "I think I'm actually going to go for those eggnog pancakes. With another eggnog shake. I....really don't think I've gotten enough eggnog yet this season."

"Eggnog pancakes, eggnog shake, and while you eat I'll try to think of tropical worlds with decent marketplaces I haven't been banned from yet," Kanan replied, grinning. "Sounds like a plan."

"Have you been banned from enough tropical worlds that you have to think about how to narrow it down?" asked Summer.

"Some of those bans might be self-imposed," Kanan offered without even a trace of shame. "I dan't want to say I burned a lot of bridges behind me, but I did vanish without a trace from one or two places in my time."

"I guess that's fair," said Summer, trying not to think about how it wasn't so much planets she had issues with as it was dimensions, and how there was really a troubling amount of dimensions she wouldn't feel comfortable going back to, but that was mostly because other versions of herself seemed really keen on wanting to kill her.

Obviously, they were just jealous.

"But if it turns out you can't think of one...first, stop burning bridges on tropical planets, I mean, you gotta save at least ONE for me. And second, desert'll be fine in a pinch, you've just got to let me grab some moisturizer before we go or else I'll practically turn into a lizard."

"I'll figure one out," Kanan promised. "Preferably one that actually has a decent population, otherwise we'll be holiday shopping in a jungle or something."

He paused.

"Which could be fun, or could be a disaster with way too many teeth for comfort, it really could go either way."

"Too many teeth," Summer mused in agreement, "but you can't beat those prices! But I'd probably rather not pick out a nice pretty tropical houseplant for my mom that'll wind up either trying to eat everyone or fill the air with invisible hallucinogenic spores again this year."

"Sounds like a pass," Kanan agreed with a chuckle. "I'm thinking maybe Bri'ahl. You like worlds with pink skies, right? And that one actually has cities. Seems like as good a starting point as any. I considered Sesid for a hot minute, but I think the Empire's built a hell of a presence out there, and the tourism industry's gone right to hell ever since."

"I do like pink skies," Summer enthused in an agreeable tone...assuming, of course, the skies were pink due to particular light refraction and not, say, some deadly poisonous gas or something like that. "Although now I'm curious; what was Sesid's big tourism draw before the Empire had to sweep in and take all the fun out of it?"

"Tropical islands, mostly," Kanan replied. "Beautiful jungles. Volcanoes, here and there. Turquoise waters. Beaches of black sand scattered with white shells, leading into the forests just beyond them. It was a beautiful world to visit. It's still a beautiful world to visit, if you don't mind the whole... Empire... thing."

And Summer was looking a bit like she wouldn't mind it too much, since that did sound pretty amazing. For a short stay, at the very least.

"Do they have any...particular reason to be interested in it?" she asked. "Or is it just...you know...an Empire gotta Empire sorta thing?"

"Last rumor I heard had them testing pharmaceuticals there," Kanan supplied. "I'd rather not go there for a casual vacation if I can help it."

The Empire often had pretty extreme ways of field testing most things they developed.

"So," Summer said after a moment of considering that, "probably not the place you'll want to look up and see pink sky. Unless it's usually pink there, too?"

"Pretty sure they've got a blue atmosphere," Kanan offered. "It looks pretty blue from space, anyway. Passed by there once or twice in the early days, never did actually land there, though."

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