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T42 - Saturday until 2pm

[OOC: oops. In my defense, I was writing an app and I didn't know what day it was or that I missed Thursday so here is your weekly tea and cupcakes post. Also SP warning.]

There were chickens in capes running around the store. There were quokka in capes running around the store with the chickens.

Hernando blinked at the pod of animals running around in some sort of choreographed display. He looked around for Dave.

Dave was sitting on one of the chairs with an exceptionally grumpy look on his face. He was wearing a green cape with a blue lightsaber on the back.

Hernando facepalmed.

When he was done muttering into his palm, he pulled his phone out and began snapping pictures for Sparkle and, perhaps, one for Kanan.

The sign was empty today as well. Hernando was beginning to worry quite more than usual. He set out the pastries and immediately had to shoo an adventurous Silkie off the counter. "No," he said gently, "I will break up a muffin for all of you to share but you must stay off the counters, please."

Hernando had little experience with animals. He did as promised and set out a plate of crumbed muffin. The chickens descended on the plate like a small pod of dinosaurs. Happy churbles and disgruntled peeps came from the mass while they ate and vied with each other over particularly choice crumbs.

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Kanan wasn't really showing up here for the tea, no. Kanan was just antsy, today. Something was itching at his head, and for the life of him, the Force wasn't coughing up answers.

And so he'd come around for a cupcake and maybe a little bit of quality time with a certain quokka. Cupcake first, of course, while carefully stepping over a few chickens.

"Plenty of company today, huh?"

Hernando instinctively looked from Kanan to Dave and back the moment Kanan stepped through the door. Pushing the hair off his forehead, he smiled and answered, "Quite some company, yes. I do not think the chickens are here for me."

He nodded toward the mingled chicken/quokka mass where all of them were wearing capes and.. playing? It had to be playing if none of them were making sad noises or bleeding right?

"Would you like to test one of Rosalie's new cupcakes, Kanan?" he inquired, "She has made some with little pies inside."

That was a thing.

"A cupcake with... pie?" Kanan looked faintly perplexed at the concept of it, yes, but not outright repulsed, either. It was hard to be too turned off at the prospect of two things he enjoyed very much, brought together that way. "I guess she wouldn't send them along if they weren't good, right?"

"They are too sweet for me," Hernando said apologetically, "but I have a limited palate for sweets. She mentioned you by name when she dropped them off."

He plated two of them for Kanan. One of them was chocolate with whipped white frosting dotted with mini chocolate chips, the other was a white cupcake with light brown frosting dusted with spices.

"The first is 'Hot chocolate cherry'," Hernando explained. He paused, "Perhaps it should be called 'cocoa cherry'. It is the drink and not the spice level meant by the name. The cupcake is to taste of cocoa with marshmallow frosting. Inside is a cherry pie. The other is 'Snickerdoodle Eggnog'. A vanilla cupcake with a cinnamon and nutmeg frosting. Inside is an eggnog custard pie."

The plate wasn't passed over yet. He advised, "You are going to want a drink. What kind of tea would you like?"

"They're that rich, huh?" Kanan smiled wryly. "Something that the cupcake isn't going to overpower, then. No point in getting a tea I'm not even going to taste after a bite of one of these things."

Cupcake, cupcake, hot water. Meh.

Hernando lifted a shoulder and turned to make Kanan a mild green tea. "To me. You may not find them so."

He wouldn't go so far as to say Rosalie was taking Kanan's sweet tooth as a challenge. Except that was what he was implying because it was probably truth.

"I might not," Kanan agreed. "But I've been eating a lot of sweets lately."

Since last spring, really.

"... Which I probably should ease off on, at least a little."

Hernando glanced over his shoulder to give Kanan an up-and-down. He lifted a brow questioningly while he removed the bag of tea and put the mug on a saucer.

He pushed the plates across the counter for Kanan to take.

Kanan was as fit as ever, sure. And even kind of smiled awkwardly and lifted a shoulder slightly as he pulled out his wallet to pay.

"People are starting to share their concerns about my pancreas," he explained.

Hernando frowned a little bit. "Are you having blood sugar issues or are they just teasing you? If you are not having medical issues, then it should not be a problem."

"I'm not having medical issues," Kanan replied, shaking his head and then reaching for his plates. "And it's probably not actually a problem. But there's some wisdom to that 'all things in moderation' adage, anyway."

The sweets were really just a stopgap solution for the damage he'd been doing to his liver, before.

Hernando smiled at that and quoted, "'To enjoy the flavor of life, take big bites. Moderation is for monks.'”

Jedi meet hedonist.

"As long as you are not having medical issues and it is of your choice to limit," he agreed a moment later.

"I was raised by monks," Kanan replied, eyebrows raised slightly, wry smile pulling at his lips. "More or less."

So... moderation.

"Really, the trick is figuring out a good balance. In the meantime," he lifted his plate of cupcakes, "I still intend to enjoy what I've got."

It would get his mind off of the bad feeling he had about - he wasn't sure what, honestly, which was serving to make him all the more anxious.

"I know," Hernando teased with both eyebrows raised.

"You could always come jogging with us," he offered a moment later, "There is something lovely about running along the beach before the sun is quite up."

Hedonist.. masochist.. one of those.

"Hm. We'll see," Kanan replied, leaning hard into his 'no commitments' mindset, here. "I'm not much of a jogger, but Stance would be over the moon about it."

Because his dog clearly hated him and wanted him to suffer.

He'd met your dog. Hernando wouldn't believe that for a second.

"I have not been successful convincing the quokka to join us," Hernando said with a smile down at them, "Perhaps the chickens might. They are more easily bribed with crumbs."

The chickens wouldn't be around tomorrow.

"The quokka have much shorter legs than you," Kanan replied, shrugging. "Speaking of... I don't suppose you've got a humidifier hidden away anywhere?"

How was that for a segue?

Hernando blinked a few times and then leaned against the counter, resting his chin in both hands. "It's a tea shop, Kanan. The very last thing I am lacking is hot water. Why?"

Kanan shrugged and jerked a thumb toward the quokka.

Possibly Dave in particular, but he'd never admit to it.

"The winter's a bit dry for them," he explained. "Dry means itchy. Figured if it wasn't going to hurt business any, maybe it'd be nice to set something up so they can be a bit more comfortable until spring rolls back around."

Hernando was so amused. "And you know this by..?"

Yup. Makin' you say it.

"By being accosted by an itchy quokka," said Kanan, who was not going to say it if he could help it, dammit.

"You have not been accosted by any of my quokka," Hernando insisted, "I would know if you had been."

"Well, no," Kanan replied. "They're their own quokka."

Kanan was pretty certain Dave belonged to no man, Hernando.

"I've no idea if there are other quokka on the island," Hernando said patiently, "I meant the ones who live in my store."

Still waiting.

There was a pause, then, where one might actually be able to watch Kanan grinding his teeth while counting to ten in his head.

"I just know, okay?"

"You are using the phenomenal cosmic life force of the universe.. to tell me the quokka are itchy and need a humidifier," Hernando said. He was so amused, Kanan.

Pushing himself off the counter, he smiled. "Then I suppose I had better take your advice, had I not?"

The phone came out of his pocket. Hernando pulled up Google and began dutifully researching humidifiers.

With amusement radiating everywhere.

"Yeah," Kanan sighed, looking up toward the ceiling and quietly asking the aforementioned phenominal cosmic life force of the universe why him? "Thanks. They'll appreciate that."

Look, he was a big squishy man who figured it was an easy enough fix. Don't make him regret being squishy, Hernando. It would lead to only sadness.

Hernando shot him another amused glance over the rim of his glasses. He had quite dutifully purchased a humidifier online.

As a small stopgap, he put the stopper in the sink and began to fill it with boiling water.

"I think Dave is waiting for you," was all he said.

Kanan sighed, glanced over Dave's way, and then lifted a shoulder, his cheeks a very particular shade of on-the-way-to-red.

"Well, then I better not leave him waiting," he replied. And then hid a hasty retreat.

Why would you think Dave was waiting?

Just because his cape was green and had a blue lightsaber on it?

That could be for any reason. Any reason at all.

Dave looked grumpy.

That was fine. Kanan was also doing an impressive job of looking grumpy. He put his plates down on a table, sat his ass down in the chair, and then scooted back enough to let Dave get up with minimal difficulty.

"Embracing high fashion, are you, old man?"

They had an understanding, okay?

Dave hopped from the chair he was on to the chair Kanan's lap was on. Then he nudged Kanan's hand stubbornly.

He didn't know what you were talking about.

And just who were you calling old?

Nudge!

"Yeah, yeah," Kanan muttered, settling in to scratch the quokka with a little smirk on his face. "Pushy."

He wasn't actually complaining. But he suspected they both preferred that it go this way. There was a protocol to this.

Dave made a little grinding noise with his teeth when Kanan began to make with the scritching. Approval.

He settled in and nudged his arm one more time for good measure.

He wasn't pushy.

Dave was also low-key agitated by something.

Kanan nodded, settled in, scratched at those itchy spots. Frowned a little.

Wasn't just him, then. Good to know.

"I'll swing by if anything happens," he muttered, just quietly enough that only the quokka could hear. "We're about overdue, and I've got a bad feeling."

Dave flicked his ears and nibbled on Kanan's armored hand.

Could be agreement. Could be salt deprivation.

Eh, Kanan would take it either way. And sigh and content himself to sit in silence, scratching the quokka, quietly meditating on that bad feeling within the Force.

Eventually, he'd even come around to eating those cupcakes. Drinking that tea.

For the time being, he was distracted enough that both were going untouched for a while longer.

As long as he didn't stop scritching. Dave ground his teeth a little more quietly and sat.

He was anxious about snow and cold. The dry, sharp air that stung when you inhaled it. The creaking leather noise snow made when stepped on when the air was too cold to let a footprint melt it.

It wasn't cold enough for snow.

Then again, quokka were from a part of the world where it never snowed.

Hey, Kanan's first real experience with snow had been on Ilum, when he'd got to gather his lightsaber crystal, back in his Caleb days. He could understand being tentative about the stuff.

It was an interesting mix of concerns, all things considered. He opened his eyes and glanced down at Dave thoughtfully for a moment. Hm.

On his way out, he'd be sure to tell Hernando to make sure to stock up emergency food. Water. Extra blankets. Imagery like that and the bad feeling he had? Seemed like it wouldn't go amiss, anyway.

That would be a good plan since Hernando was from somewhere that never saw snow.

Dave looked up at Kanan once his eyes were open. He stuck his nose under the edge of the plate to lift it and let it drop with a clatter.

Kanan gave Dave a wry smile in reply to that, and then reached with the hand that wasn't busily giving scratches to pick up a cupcake.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Don't want these to go to waste."

After all, Rosalie had gone to the trouble of putting an entire pie into each of those things. And his sweet tooth approved.

And you'd need to build up a sufficient fat store if snow and cold was coming.

Dave made a momentary happy quokka face at him and went right back to being a grumpyfaced cuss.

When Kanan began eating, Dave went back to watching out the window.

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