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Turtle & Canary; Monday [03/04].

"No, Apu," Summer sighed, giving her hair an irritated toss over her shoulder again, "I'm not test driving a new look. You don't mess with a classic. But I have a cat now. So guess who inexplicably doesn't seem to have a single hair tie in her entire apartment? It's not even a large apartment. Where is she even taking them all?"

And, of course, because that was just how things worked, they were actually sold out of all the other hair ties in the hair products aisle and wouldn't be getting more in until tomorrow. Summer could only hope, then, that the humidity today wasn't too bad, but who even knew with whatever this weather was doing lately? It wasn't like she'd dealt with her hair down in worse situations, either, but come on. It was more the prinicple of the matter, really.

Today's Squishy Flavors
Orange Sherbert
Orange Sorbet
Red

Today's Jello Flavor
Fiesta Carrot Pineapple

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Bored. Mondays without missions were the worst, and Kanan? Was bored. And so he was swinging by T&C today to check up on his favorite Jello Artist.

He didn't make it more than three steps through the door before he paused. And tilted his head a little. And smirked a bit.

"Not a bad look on you," he decided. "What's the occasion?"

Now that he actually had something resembling a beard again, he at least didn't look twelve anymore. This kind of felt like a sweet revenge moment. Or at least some nice schadenfreude.

To her credit, Summer-with-her-hair-down was still a far cry from Babyface McGee over here.

"No occasion," she sighed, with yet another toss of her hair over her shoulders. Again. "Just ~~had the icons~~ a cat. Pancakes has not only discovered hair ties, but I think she's also discovered a very well-hidden interdimensional wormhole in which to put them."

"And I guess someone," she gave a withering look toward an aisle, "decided they needed to buy a million of them and clear out our stock this weekend. I tried braiding it, but it just kept coming out. I just hope it stays tame like it is right now, because there are days when this hair is, like, Frizz City Central."

For all her complaints, though, there was a little bit of a vaingloriousness to the pass of her hand through it and the resulting gentle shake. "It's being really good today, though, I have to admit. I'm really glad I've been trying that new conditioner."

"Good to hear," Kanan laughed. "And here I left all of my hair fasteners at home. I don't exactly need them."

Sigh. Just... sigh.

"We could try to fake it with some string, I suppose. Do it up like it's in a bow..."

But Summer just shook her head. With all that hair. "Believe me," she said, "I've tried all those things and they just somehow magically turn my hair into an ungodly, untamed rat's nest that refuses to be untangled. But it's fine. I think if I can survive an apocalypse or two without hair ties, I can survive a shift at work."

Except maybe from the whiplash from not being able to stop turning her head to feel it swish every chance she got. She wasn't even doing it consciously! It just happened!!

"Hair untamed is a frustrating thing," Kanan mused. A pause. "I know. I cut all of mine off."

In a fit of stupidity and/or brainwashing. Thanks, Fandom.

Which Summer's expression was still judging you on, BDG. Hard. Core.

"Yeaaaahhhhh," she said, "some of us are a little more able to deal with mild inconveniences without resorting to going rogue with a pair of scissors."

She'd forgive him at least about the fact that he didn't have the memory to know that there were professionals on island who could even do that for him, but that's as much leeway as she was willing to give him.

"Hey now, there was a razor involved, too."

His poor face.

"Uggghhh," said Summer. "Don't remind me. Something are better just left forgotten. I will say this, though, BDG. You have effectively stopped me from ever making fun of that little beard of yours for good."

By proving that it could be worse.

What a battle to win.

Kanan just snorted at that, amused.

"'That little beard of mine,'" he echoed, shaking his head. "Thanks. I think."

He scratched his chin. He effectively had enough there again to call it a beard, but it wasn't anything like it had been, yet.

"Feels a little better to look my damn age again, let me tell you."

"Trust me," said Summer, "you don't have to tell me, Old Man."

It had been really awkward having to acknowledge that he was actually kind of cute underneath all that. Awkward and weird and Summer didn't like it one bit, and why couldn't his hair just...grow faster? All those super special space religion powers, and one of them couldn't be rapid hair growth? Really?

But enough about hair (she thought, tossing hers back over her shoulders again with just a bit more shake than entirely necessary)...

"What brings you in today? Low on caf? Need a jello fix? It's got piiineapple in it!"

Ever since that class with the pizza, It's got piiineapple in it! was going to be one of Summer's new devices for enticing BDG in.

...as if she even needed such devices.

"Would you believe I'm just bored?" A pause. "But I will also eat your jello."

Because really, pineapple was absolutely the secret word.

... As was 'jello.'

"Awwww," said Summer, smiling sweetly with a hand at her chest, head tilting (waaaaterfaaaalll of haaaaaiiirrr), "you're bored, and you decided to come to me for entertainment. I'm flattered! I hope I can live up to the expectation, though."

She smirked, moving to go get the biggest piece of jello from underneath the display clouche and put it into a container for him.

"And I'd totally believe it," she added. "It's Monday, the weather has been super just...blah, and things have been pretty quiet since we got back from the trip. I know, I know, famous last words, blah blah blah, but this place definitely has its ebb-and-flow. And I'm definitely feeling it in a lull right now. We should really just enjoy it while we can."

Then, lo and behold, he now had a jello being handed over to him, followed by a wrapped plastic fork in case he wanted to just dig right in.

"And I wasn't letting you leave without taking some jello with you, so I'm glad we got to nip that one right in the bud."

As if Kanan was going to be handed jello and a fork and not dig right in.

"That works out pretty nicely, then," he agreed, grinning and freeing the fork from the plastic pretty much immediately. "Hey, we should do something sometime. That isn't boring. I haven't taken you up for flying lessons in a while, have I?"

Summer was going to then go grab a piece of jello for herself, too, because who wanted to just sit there talking to someone while they ate jello without having jello for themselves, too?

"We talked about it," she said, "but didn't really plan for it, then the trip happened and you know how that goes. Can we really still call them flying lessons, though, when I pretty much know what I'm doing now and it was mostly just a matter of getting familiar with the ships?"

...but not too familiar. Awkward cough.

... Please don't get that familiar with his ship, Summer.

"I suppose at this point we can call it flying practise instead," Kanan replied amicably. "Log those flight hours and all that."

Hey. Just don't go around putting in a super charming and understanding AI fitted to perfectly match her personality that loved getting manicures as much as she did, and they'd be all good.

"Flying practice," Summer agreed with a nod. "I can be down with that. Hey, you think we should bring Pancakes? See how she takes to the whole thing?"

Which she realized could be a potential disaster, but, honestly, if the cat wasn't going to dig the whole 'in space' thing, then it was probably best to know that sooner rather than later.

"If your cat pukes in my ship, she gets to ride the rest of the way in the cargo hold," Kanan informed her.

It was a small cockpit. Cat puke would be unpleasant. At best.

"If my cat pukes in your ship," Summer offered, gaining that spark of excitement in her eyes that meant there was no way of taking it back now, "not only will I clean it up, but I will owe you enough Kanans at the bar to make you puke."

"... I get them for free, Summer," Kanan pointed out, smirking crookedly. "That was the whole premise of that drink deal."

Hey! Can't blame a girl for trying, right?

"Even better for everyone, then!" Summer declared, though she didn't have the decency to at least wrinkle her nose a little, and she laughed. "Fine. If she pukes in your ship, I'll clean it up and suffer whatever consequence you deem fit. Maybe wash the whole ship. When's the last time that ship had a good cleaning anyway?"

"Since... probably the shark thing," Kanan admitted. "But that was easily the most thorough cleaning she's ever had."

Because fish. So much fish.

And now Summer's nose was wrinkling for another reason. She didn't need to stretch her imagine too far to come up with an idea of jus thow thorough that had to be. She was pretty sure she still> had a few shirts that still smelled vaguely of shark.

"Then, there you go," she said. "If Pancakes pukes in your ship, I"ll not only clean up that, but the entire ship while I'm at it. How's that for a deal?"

Really, it didn't take a hell of a lot of consideration for Kanan to reply to that one.

"Deal. So, when's a good time to see how your cat adjusts to space?"

"I don't know," Summer admitted, thinking on ot a little. "Tomorrow? Maybe Wednesday? Probably soon. Don't want you going and dying of boredom on me or anything."

"Wednesday would give us time to discuss our class, too," Kanan offered. "We could just spend the class period talking about Pancakes' own personal case of culture shock."

"Woooould it be cheating," Summer asked after a moment, "if I just made the class clean the ship as that day'as assignment?"

Kanan paused for a moment.

Considered the students in their class.

Squinted for a few seconds while he mulled over just how likely it was that any of them would get any funny ideas.

"Yes," he decided. "Yes, that would absolutely be cheating."

And Summer paused for a moment.

Considered what she knew about BDG. And some of the students.

Squinted for a few seconds while she mulled over just how long he'd paused and what all those thoughtful looks might have been going over.

"What percentage of that answer," she ventured, "has to do with this plan involving students getting near your ship?"

"Roughly three-hundred."

Yeaaaaah.

Yeah.

Summer couldn't help giggling a little at that answer. "I appreciate your honesty," she said, "and not just because I'm roughly two hundred percent sure you know I wouldn't have accepted any other answer."

"What can I say? I know my audience." Kanan grinned and shook his head. "Please no unleashing the students on my ship. I want it to still be parked there on Friday morning."

"Okay, okay," Summer held up her hands in surrender. "Any ship-cleaning to be done will be a solo endeavor. I won't try to wrangle the students to do the dirty work for me. It might not even be an issue. We don't know. Pancakes could be a natural-born flier."

"I don't think I've met a cat yet who is," Kanan noted, "but then, I've been known to be wrong before."

... He really hoped he was wrong.

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