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Luke's, Sunday

Kanan's dog was with him at work again today. He'd tried to leave Stance at home, but after yesterday, when half the island's population had been rodents of some sort, Stance had been having none of it. He wanted to go outside! Wanted to see more groundhogs!

Kanan had finally capitulated with a sigh, not wanting to leave a crying dog at home all day, and had brought Stance along with a, "You'll be disappointed, buddy."

Which was only sort of true, since the moment they came through the door, the entire staff dropped everything they were doing to shower Stance with affection and treats. Either way, the pup still totally came out on top.

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"You guys are going to turn my dog into a bowling ball."

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Once Summer made it around to Luke's for a lunch break, it didn't take her very long to see the distracted staff, the pleased pupper, and the specials board to sort of put everything together.

"Awwwww," she gushed in adoring approval as she took her spot at the counter. "See? Even those jerks love that dog."

"I'm pretty sure if ever somebody doesn't love Stance, that's a sure sign that they're a monster," Kanan mused, smiling crookedly as he watched the busboy turn the dog over and rub that tummy but good.

Even the Sith loved Stance. If that wasn't telling, nothing was.

"Hey, Summer. How goes it?"

Summer was almost a little jealous that she wasn't giving Stance tummy rubs right now, but there'd be plenty of time for that once she made those jerks make her (and Stance!) some pancakes. Which just made her think...

"Pretty good," she said, "but I definitely want to actually see with my own two eye holes that those guys are washing their hands before getting back to the kitchen. Also, Apu was a groundhog yesterday, so that was fun. How goes it with you?"

"Is that what all those little rodents around town were? I'm glad I didn't let Stance chase any of them down, then. He gives the squirrels enough grief as it is," Kanan mused. "And I go... well enough, I suppose. I'm overthinking that holiday that's coming up."

Because he was a disaster, Summer. A total disaster.

Summer looked at Kanan for a moment before pressing her lips together and tilting her head slightly. "What holiday that's coming up?" she asked, oh-so-innocently, blinking her eyes a few times slowly for an added clueless effect.

"I think you're familiar with it," Kanan replied, raising his eyebrows. "I can't imagine somebody's would forget the three dozen roses some random individual bought for some bus driver guy the last time this holiday rolled around."

...okay, so maybe Summer actually had forgotten about that, but now that he'd mentioned it, it all flooded back to her and made it really, really difficult to keep a straight face. Oh, man, that was brilliant. God, she really was such a turd.

She'd thank him later for the reminder that she really had to up the ante this year.

Still, despite practically going red in the face from the effort of not giggling, Summer narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at him, slowly shaking her head.

"Mmmm, no," she said, "s'not ringing a bell..."

Followed by the smallest, most subtle little cough-laugh that was definitely just her clearing her throat, really.

"Well, good," Kanan replied, smirking a little. "Maybe this year I won't get upstaged a second time."

Kanan. Kanan. You were going to actual Mexico for chocolate. You were probably going to do fine.

Which, really, wasn't all that impressive when you literally had interdimensional travel at your fingertips, there, buddy, but, hey, BDG was pretty hopeless. Summer would be willing to give him that one.

After, of course, she was finished feigning insulted. Gasping, Summer pressed her hands to her clearly injured heart. "Well, I'm sorry," she bemoaned, "for providing forced inspiration for someone to get off his dumb ~~flat~~ butt and actually put forth some effort."

Look, as one of the apparently four people in the entire galaxy who owned underwear, maybe Kanan's was just on too tight.

That picture certainly supported that theory, anyway.

"Hey, this guy's dumb butt is going to be going shopping for food I can't even eat without wanting to die," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "And... hopefully she'll be around that day so I can prep it for her."

He didn't want to make it a thing. Well. He wanted to make it a thing without making it a thing?

It was kind of a thing.

Totally a thing, and the particular squeal infused into Summer's words could only confirm it really.

"Ohmygod," she gushed, all pretense clearly chased away by how much of a thing this was, "prep it for her? BDG! You're actually making it?"

This could totally be the most beautiful romantic disaster ever, and Summer was so here for it.

Kanan blinked at her, and then squinted one eye and raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.

Stance trotted over to say hello, having heard that squeal, leaving the kitchen staff sulking.

"... I do most of the cooking anyway," Kanan noted, slowly. "She's the revolutionary. I'm the odd jobs guy."

Look. Kanan could have been a world-renowed gourmet chef, and Summer still wouldn't really believe it, since most of her culinary experiences with the guy pretty much consisted of hey, I put this weird thing in jello, come eat it!. When she thought of food and BDG together, it wasn't exactly high class fine dining that came to mind.

Besides...

"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head at him and lifting a warning finger to go along with the lingering look she gave before then divering her attention slightly to the dog, who she clearly had to shower with affection as she spoke so she could rub it in the staff's faces a little. "No, no, no. You don't do that. Don't act like this isn't any different, because it very clearly is, and you know it, otherwise you wouldn't be overthinking it. Besides, what kind of cooking do you do, anyway? Heat up some rations? Slice up some meilooruns? Add a sprig of parsley to your instant noodles when you're feeling particular fancy?"

He didn't exactly strike her as the type of person to go all out when it came to what was basically sustinence.

"What's parsley?"

Kanan paused, and then he shook his head.

"Okay, so I don't do anything especially fancy for the most part. But I have cooked food before that's a little more impressive than the 'heat up meat, add a vegetable,' that we usually do."

Summer's I told you so look was filled with complete adoration, BDG, for being so perfect, especially in helping her prove her point, while also giving a little more heft to his own.

"Okay, then," she said, after making a few babbling sounds at Stance because she could and she was definitely off her usual stool now and on the floor because he clearly needed more belly rubs, better belly rubs, that he obviously knew he could get from Summer. "So it won't be a disaster, at least, but the point still stands that you're making something specific for her with an intention, and I refuse to not treat that as the Totally Big Sweet and Awesome Deal that it Totally Is. And it's Super Cute. And I love it."

She maintained a bit of loftiness as she pet the dog some more and then added, "And she will, too."

Because that was what was really important.

See Kanan. See Kanan not even bother to hide a happystupid smile at that.

"I... I hope she does," he admitted. "I mean, even if it isn't a..." He waved a hand around, apparently as a substitution for the word, 'romantic.' "Thing. Even if it never becomes a thing. If all that happens is that she has a good meal. I'd be happy with that, too."

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