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Yeah, you didn't need to even be a good detective to notice those breadsticks.

"God dammit," said Rosa, huffing a sigh as she pulled out her phone to take a picture of one of the baskets on the bar, then plopped down into a stool, glowering as she, true to her word, sent the picture to Ralph, with a text something along the lines of You son of a bitch, if you're right about this, I am going to kick you in the teeth.

She didn't even know if he had teeth. She'd never seen him without his helmet on, and she preferred to keep it that way. But a kick in the teeth sounded about right just then.

"I'm going to need a beer, Kitty," she said, once that was finished and her phone tucked away, "probably a few of them. And I'm going to need you to report any pasta-related incidents that occur in this bar that might be somewhat related to a vaguely Tuscan-themed family restaurant."

Why were these words that were coming out of her mouth right now? The only thing worse than not having a job to do around here was...actually having a job to do around here.

Kitty blinked.

"Wait, what?"

Rosa sighed, the sigh of a hardened cop veteran about to say something like I'm too old for this shit, even though she was clearly far too young for that shit.

"After the spaghetti on Friday and the garlic on Sunday," she explained, "the troopers are worried your bar might be turning into an Olive Garden. They asked me to investigate, and, like an idiot, I said I would...at the first sign of a breadstick."

The disturbed crease of her brow went a little worried as she regarded the baskets. "So now I almost feel like the breadsticks are my fault," she noted, then looked back at Kitty almost apologetically. "Sorry about that."

"No problem, they're good breadsticks," Kitty shrugged. "But, I mean, clearly my bar is not turning into an Olive Garden ~~unless people run with it~~, but would it really need an investigation if it did?"

Rosa just shrugged, shaking her head a little, like did anyone expect her to be able to explain anything those guys did? "I don't know," she said. "They seemed really concerned. Or bored. Or probably both. But if it keeps them from bothering me too much, fine, I'll investigate."

...she was honestly kind of bored, herself.

"So just..." She shrugged helplessly again, "...let me know, I guess, so I can put it in the file and shut them up."

"Okay. I mean, I hope my bar isn't turning into a basically fake Italian restaurant, but I guess anything is possible in this town?" Kitty tried.

"And who knows?" said Rosa dryly. "Maybe once the transformation is complete, it would only open up a portal that releases giant flying spaghetti monsters than can only be closed by olive oil and the perfect amount of oregano."

God, she'd been here way too long.

"Can you make a Molotov cocktail out of olive oil and oregano?" Kitty mused.

...you could certainly try.

"Well, now I know my plans for the weekend."

"Report back with your findings, please," Kitty told her. "Or videotape the troopers trying."

"Team training exercise?" Rosa suggested with a faint smirk. "Usually, I hate that kind of thing, but...I think I could make an exception."

"I mean, it is their fault." Or at least, she was blaming them.

Rosa was all about jumping aboard that blame train.

"Exactly," she agreed. "They're the ones so concerned about it. And they're the dum-dums who decided to put me in charge of the case. A pasta-related problem requires pasta-related solutions, it's just basic common sense."

"It's not even a pasta-related problem unless it's bad pasta, and I'm here for the breadsticks anyway," Kitty said.

"Which you said were good," Rosa pointed out, allowing herself a moment to consider the baskets, and then shaking her head. "But I don't know. I'm still not fully down with the whole 'let's just eat random food out of no where' thing. Then again, at the station, we get stuff like coffee in desk drawers, so that's exactly...enticing."

"That is a good point," Kitty said. "Counterpoint: I'm hungry, and they're free."

"Hey, breadsticks," Kanan said, sounding significantly more pleased about this turn of events than Rosa had before him. "Nice touch. Little weird for a bar. What's the occasion?"

And could he help himself? Those smelled pretty good.

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"No idea. They're here, so I guess I've got something to snack on at work," Kitty said. "I've had worse days."

Even if the place did still smell faintly like garlic.

"I can think of worse fates than being surrounded by breadsticks," Kanan agreed, and then nodded toward one of the baskets of them. "Mind if I do? It'll help sop up some of the sugar you know I'm about to order, here."

"Knock yourself out, and also, aww you're learning!" Kitty smiled. "Your usual?"

"Might as well go with the usual," Kanan agreed, reaching for a breadstick with a little grin. "Feel free to pare the sugar back a little tonight. I want to be able to fall asleep before two in the morning tonight, if I can."

"I guess it's a good sign that you're not immune to it yet," she said as she started making the drink.

~~Unlike her player with caffeine.~~

"You say that, but you should see me on a day I don't eat half my body weight in sugar," Kanan replied, squinting one eye slightly. "I become a dazed and confused monster and there isn't enough aspirin in the world."

Quitting alcohol had been worse by far, but he still reserved the right to complain.

"So, like me without coffee now."

She'd liked it before, now it was necessary for survival.

"Sure," Kanan agreed, "but I don't have an infant keeping me up all hours."

He was good enough at keeping himself up all hours without the help of a baby.

"I'm so tired all the time," she agreed, setting his sugar drink in front of him before grabbing a breadstick.

"You still have me contractually obligated to babysit at some point," Kanan pointed out, smiling crookedly as he reached for his syrupy demise. "Saving that one up for an emergency?"

"We have a bunch of birthdays and anniversaries coming up. I think we're cashing in when we need to go out, not just when we need sleep."

This was probably a mistake.

"You going to last that long?" Kanan paused a moment. "I mean, I can probably babysit more than once, Kitty. It isn't like you'll be voiding a warranty by cashing in or anything."

"Birthday week is this week," Kitty protested. Not that she knew their plans yet! "And it's still hard being away from her."

Kanan smiled wryly.

"Fair enough," he replied. "Tell you what; you know how to get in touch with me. Even if you just want someone to keep an eye out while you nap, tap me in. You don't even have to go anywhere."

"Thank you. That actually does sound kind of nice." She just missed sleep.

"Added bonus, it gives me some time to get my bearings taking care of a kid before I'm left completely alone with one while you and Clint are out on the town," Kanan added, smiling a little wryly. "You know, with the, 'Kitty's in the other room, there's backup if I need it,' bit factored in."

They could both panic a little less on 'Kitty and Clint need time out of the house' night, whenever that came to pass!

"I'll talk to Clint," she said. "Make sure 'Kanan's going to be here during nap time' isn't too weird for him."

It shouldn't be.

"That... is fair," Kanan allowed, tilting his head a little. "Not something I've ever had to consider, I guess."

From bunking with the other younglings to war to various flophouses around the galaxy? Kanan had never really had a chance to get weird about co-habitating with people, so long as they weren't people who wanted him dead.

"I feel like things get differentnwhen everyone's tired and there's a baby in the house most of the time," Kitty said. "I at least try to be considerate and not throw more curveballs than we already get."

"And it would kind of defeat the purpose if he was awake being uncomfortable about me being in the other room anyway," Kanan noted. "But yeah, if that's something that isn't weird, the offer stands."

"It should be fine. And I vaguely remember what naps feel like?" Kitty said. "I'm not sure if they were great or if I'm romanticizing them."

"Naps are still pretty great," Kanan replied with a laugh. "Trust me, I've had a few times in my life where I would have appreciated a nap almost as much as you would now."

"Did you finally get to take a nap and then feel like your life was fixed?" she said, hopefully.

"I slept for a full cycle and... mostly I felt a little more like I was able to face the fact that my life wasn't fixed," Kanan admitted after a pause. "That one wasn't a great couple of weeks of sleeplessness."

Kitty paused. "I'm not sure I want that with eighteen years ahead of me."

Kanan smiled apologetically.

"It's a little less dire for you," he offered. "I was on the run at the time."

Still was. Had gotten far better at sleeping anyway.

"Also, that's not a time you want to be sleep-deprived," she said.

"Not really," Kanan agreed. "Unfortunately, it's also a time when you really can't afford to sleep."

"I mean, I guess it works if you want a challenge..."

No one ever did.

"I'm pretty sure that's exactly the sort of challenge most people try to actively avoid," Kanan noted.

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