Caritas- Tuesday

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Know what made Kitty nervous? The fact that a small group of gremlin carolers had taken up a position on the stage, singing along with the zombie band. They seemed more intent on performing than making with the chompy chompy at least? And the sound was interesting. It was maybe so bad that Kitty actually kind of liked it?

Anyway, Caritas was open. Maybe watch your ankles.


[Open, no OCD!]

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[uncertain_dume]

Funny thing about the gremlin carolers? They really weren't doing anything to take the edge off of the anxious feeling that Kanan had been carrying around for the past few days. He was gritting his teeth to it by this point, lightsaber actually assembled at his hip instead of in the usual two pieces, and there was a sort of wry pull at the corner of his mouth as he sat at the bar across from Kitty and said, "So, what drink do you have to help with a free-floating sort of 'bad feeling possibly linked to the onset of winter,' situation?"

Hi, Kitty. Kanan was tense but not outright admitting he wanted a damn beer. It wasn't that bad yet.

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"Is this like a peppermint hot chocolate sort of situation?" she checked.

Very much not beer!

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Kanan paused.

"It could be a peppermint hot chocolate situation," he allowed. "Not my usual sugar-bomb, anyway. The last thing I need is too much more stimulant right now."

He'd probably fidget clear through a wall or something.

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She grabbed a glass mug to start making the drink. "That bad, huh?"

Not that she was surprised. It was December in Fandom.

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"It's like an itch," Kanan sighed. "And, I mean, around here I've had worse itches, but this one is getting pretty damn persistent."

No visions, though. Just that bad feeling.

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"That time of year again," she said with a shrug. "What do you think it'll be this time?"

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Kanan shook his head a little.

"Brace for cold," he offered. "That's the best I've got."

... And he'd gotten it from a small marsupial. So. Grain of salt.

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"This is going to be really annoying with a kid now," Kitty realized, and asked, "On a scale of one to ten, how much peppermint?"

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"If you need anything while... whatever... is happening, text me. Fandom's big dangerous poodoo is hard enough without an infant to keep safe. I'll happily do what I can."

He paused, and then, a little wryly, he added, "And on a scale of one to ten, probably about a twelve."

So much for not needing syrup, Jarrus.

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"Thanks," she said, liberally adding syrup. "I mean, cold is fine. I can phase her, that's fine."

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"Good to hear," Kanan replied, smiling faintly. "I'm not going to jinx it by adding any 'with any luck' statements, but..."

He shrugged.

"The most I'm responsible for is a dog, these days. I'll probably end up throwing myself like an idiot at whatever it turns out to be anyway."

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"I usually do. I mean, it's my job. And it's not like this doesn't happen every year, but I maybe wish I was medically cleared for stuff before it happened."

She slid over his drink. So much peppermint.

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"If there's any one thing I can say about the island, it's definitely got an inconvenient sense of timing," Kanan mused, nodding his thanks as he reached for his drink.

Yup. This wasn't going to help with the anxiousness at all.

"Hey, at least you'll be in good shape for whatever tries to kick our asses in the spring?"

He'd been here long enough he was finally setting the seasons by it. Oh no.

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"True! I have a goal to get back into it," she said. "This place, I swear."

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"This place," Kanan agreed, shaking his head and pausing for a moment to sip his hot chocolate.

Ah, yes. That was the minty kick in the mouth he'd needed, after all. He smiled a little and settled in.

"Nothing's ever going to really replace home, but it's hard to picture myself settling in anywhere else, these days."

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"The crazy does grow on you," Kitty said. "Like a gremlin-covered fungus sometimes, but still."

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"At least today, that fungus is musical," Kanan offered. And glanced toward the stage. "Sort of."

What they lacked in talent, they made up for in enthusiasm?

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"I'm starting to like it," Kitty admitted.

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"It's cheerful," Kanan agreed. "Not sure how I feel about it being a gremlin situation, but so long as they're over there singing, they're not over here biting. Seems like a good trade-off to me."

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"I also feel like if we praise them enough, they won't be in the biting mood," she said, reasonably. "They can sing their little venom-y hearts out."

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"Here's where I admit that I know nothing about music in general or Christmas carols in particular," Kanan noted. "If anybody gets bitten, it's going to be me."

Please, Force, let him not get bitten.

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"Well in this case, everything the gremlins sing is great," Kitty told him. "You don't need to know which songs are which. They won't quiz you. Hopefully."

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"So the trick here is to enjoy myself and hope they don't need me to prove I'm enjoying myself, huh?"

Hey, he could work with that.

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"Yes. Applaud between songs, I think." She paused. "Or say thank you? When they've done this before I've thanked them but they didn't have a stage then."

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"Maybe I'll err on the side of caution and do both. Buy them a round of... what, egg nog? Hot chocolate? Hot chocolate makes more sense if they're doing the singing outside, this is pretty plush comparatively."

Kanan was overthinking this.