Kanan's Warehouse, Friday

[uncertain_dume]

Of course it had to be a rainy day, didn't it? Just as the weather was finally starting to turn, and all? So once more, Kanan was in his warehouse, spending his morning... trying to meditate. And his afternoon attempting to run through forms with his lightsaber.

Except he kept getting interrupted. By gremlins. Who would walk up to him and politely clear their throats and offer him small cartons of milk.

... And, really, they were gremlins, so, while Kanan didn't exactly trust that milk, he wasn't about to say no and risk spending the rest of the day thinking he was a dolphin or something.

By the time noon rolled around, Kanan had accomplished very little by way of meditation, but he could probably build a small wall out of milk cartons in an attempt to keep the gremlins out. It balanced.

[OOC: Open!]

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[thatwaslucky]

Rey made sure to sneak a photo before starting anything, so Kanan would be getting a text that included a picture of the ships that were stuck docked in the sand.

My day ahead, going to be busy.

She couldn't not call or text, though.

[uncertain_dume]

Looks like job security to me. Is that as bad as it looks?

Nothing like sand to complicate everything ever, right?

[thatwaslucky]

Nothing secure about it. Nothing I haven't done before, though.

[justice_undone]

Breq did her best to avoid the gremlins as she walked across to floor to the milk carton wall.

"Kanan?"

Just in case he wasn't himself. She was a little worried.

[uncertain_dume]

"Hi, Breq," Kanan replied, sighing. "It should be safe, they just... keep bringing more milk."

No chomping. No biting.

... It was possible that there was a very pointed, 'You don't want to bite me,' and a wave of the hand earlier to make sure of it, mind.

[justice_undone]

"Milk? There's no way to figure out the reason, right?"

She leaned over the wall.

"How is the meditation going?"