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Luke's, Sunday

Took Kanan a little while longer than usual to get in to work today. No one reason, really. Just a dozen little things. The dog hid his boot. He found it behind the toilet. Why Stance was hiding boots behind the toilet now was anybody's best guess. But while he was back there he found a gremlin hole, which he needed to patch up; he suspected that the boot had been put there as Stance's attempt to plug the hole, and once he'd removed it, the pup had just sat there howling mournfully at it until Kanan did something about the damn thing.

Then there had been the gremlin loose in the bathroom. It had needed removal. Post-haste. Which had involved trapping it in the trash basket, and then dumping it out the damn window. But trapping it in the basket had resulted in dumping all the contents of the trash across the bathroom floor...

Anyway, he looked faintly exasperated by the time he finally made it in to work today.

Today's Specials:
Pancakes. Just pancakes.

Happy Sunday.

[OOC: Open!]

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"Now that," said Summer, once she came by in the afternoon and had a seat and pointed at the specials board with a wagging finger of approval. "That is a good special. Simple. Effective. That's what I like to see in a special.

"Well," she added, after a beat, turning her attention and a smile toward the minutely harried man behind the counter, "maybe just with more glitter."

Kanan chuckled at that, shaking his head a little.

"This is Fandom, Summer. More glitter can always be arranged."

Always. Somehow. One way or another, damn it.

"It's true," Summer agreed. "I literally have some in my purse right now as we speak. Never leave home without it."

She didn't have to prove it; she knew he'd believe her, but she still fished out the little container and popped it down on the counter, if anything just for effect.

"How's the day, BDG?"

"Spent half my morning living out the Missing Boot Saga," Kanan sighed, though he leaned in and inspected the glitter thoughtfully. "Stance tried to plug a gremin hole with it, I think. Smart thinking. Not great for getting to work on time."

"....awwww," said Summer, after taking a moment to put that scene into place in her head. "He's helping! But also, gremlin hole? You guys have a gremlin hole? That sounds...unsafe."

Also like a wellspring of potential endless comedy, buuuuut, she was going to go with unsafe for now.

"You have no idea," Kanan grumbled. "Guess where it was."

And then picture the comedy of errors that would lead to a very unfortunate gremlin bite from there.

Summer took a moment to consider the prompt, consider that grumble, and consider the nature of gremlins.

"Mmmm....the kitchen," she guessed.

She had not taken into consideration as much of the comedic value as she could have, no, getting rather stuck on the practicality of a gremlin setting up shop somewhere it could get you before you've even had your morning caf to fend it off.

Kanan shook his head. Raised his eyebrows. And then lamented, "Behind the toilet."

It was hilarious and tragic in equal measures.

Summer, for her part, did not laugh out loud. She nearly did, but was just going to bite her lip and only let out a snort over that one, because she couldn't decide if where that lead her was just grossly inappropriate or if the hilarity of it was enough to forgive any breach of common decency.

"Oh, man," she said, "it's a good thing Stance discovered that one before you did, because I am ninty percent sure that's something you only find out personally the hard way."

She went ahead and let out the laugh she was trying to hold in before attempting to look more sober, though it mostly came out as a soft smile. "And maybe you guys need to clean behind your toilet a little more, huh?"

....guess who was doing that as soon as she got home later, too.

"I swear that gremlin hole wasn't there the last time we did," Kanan replied, shaking his head, but now his own amusement about the situation was catching up with him. He grinned back at her. "In any case, Stance is getting extra treats when I get home tonight. And I'm going to start installing chicken-wire borders around the bottoms of our walls or something."

"Mmm, yeah," said Summer, laughing, "that sounds nice and aesthetically pleasing. Maybe you can find some at the scrapyard that's been nice and weathered, give the place a real rustic look. I'll get HGTV on the phone, maybe we can pitch them a new show: How to Gremlin-Proof Your Home...with STYLE!"

Actually...

She would so totally do that show.

"One of these days, I'll have to show you my actual idea of interior decorating," Kanan replied, raising his eyebrows and smirking a little. "Without intervention, I mean."

It was... bleak.

"Heard you managed to pin my favorite asshole down and knock some sense into him," Jack greeted Kanan. She squinted at him. "You ok? You look like shit."

Caring, Jack style.

"He started with an apology and I had to hug it out of him," Kanan replied, shaking his head a little. "But yeah, I'm fine. This morning was a goddamn slapstick comedy holo, featuring the gremlin that apparently lived behind my toilet."

"At least he used his fucking words this time instead of just shrugging," Jack made a face.

"... lived? Did you kill it? If you did, can I have it?"

Jack, no.

"I threw it out the window." Kanan paused. "I'm mostly certain it survived. It might have bounced."

Kanan was usually more concerned about the well-being of other living things.

But those living things weren't generally semi-sentient life-forms living in his goddamn 'fresher.

"Aww," Jack said, "Well there's always next time." She really wanted to get her hands on one and mail it to Liara with no further explanation.

Jack was sometimes less than nice.

"Next time, I'll leave it in the garbage bin just for you."

He was a real giver, that Kanan.

"I'm sure you get get down from your apartment fast enough if I call, anyway."

"Thanks," Jack chirped, "and yeah, probably I can get there fast enough to collect the fucker."

She arched an eyebrow. "Are you making me ask you for the damn coffee? Consider me asking for some fucking coffee, ickle."

Kanan just held up his hands and smirked.

"There's an order of operations to these things," he said, lowering his hands and reaching for the pot and a mug. "You come in, you ask me for some fucking coffee, I pour the coffee. Summer comes in, asks for pancakes and a milkshake, she gets them. On occasion, Kitty comes in and orders The Kitty, and then that is what she gets. Because the second I make assumptions, someone is going to come in and their order is going to be halfway done, and that will be the week you decide you want a mocha."

He set the mug down in front of her.

"You serve fucking cat on the menu?" Jack asked. Cupping the mug of liquid life, she gave him a baleful look, "Catch me ordering a goddamn mocha. That's Kaidan you're thinking of. I drink coffee the way it's supposed to be drank."

Opinions. Jack shared.

"Peanut butter pancakes, named after her. As thanks for doing the 'design a cocktail named after somebody or yourself, and whoever shares that name gets to drink it free for life' night at Caritas. She helped me re-design the Kanan when I went dry. It was the least I could do."

He paused, and then added, "And I'll never hold black coffee against anybody. That's how I take my caf, anyway."

He maybe had a small vendetta against coffee in his own mug, though.

"You realize now I have to try that damn drink," Jack griped good naturedly. "The Kanan, not the fucking caf."

"You'll have to specify if you want the original, alcoholic version, designed by Hera, or the re-design, which is a sugar-bomb made of regret. Both come with a side of coconut on the rim. Because I'm hairy."

Hera was a Twi'lek. Most humans were hairy by her standards.

Jack barked a short laugh. "Of course I want the damn alcoholic version. Maybe I'll order it bald." A moment of thought. "Maybe I'll try both and see which I like better."

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