Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan was squinting at the specials board today, yes.

"I mean, I guess it's thematic for the weekend," he noted, "but how are those any different from regular pancakes?"

Today's Specials:
Mortarboard Pancakes
Congratulations, Graduates of 2019!

Apparently they were square.

Alrighty then.

[OOC: Open!]

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Summer was half expecting a reminder that someone still owed a certain ship a good thorough washing one of these days, so an offer to take Stance out for a bit was a big relief. Not that she wasn't still going to wash the Escape like she promised, she just didn't really want to do it right off of a pretty already gross adventure that required a ton of washing of everything.

"Hey," she said, "if I bring him over to meet Pancakes, too, then I'll have plenty to do putting the apartment back in order again as well."

She was clearly not going to do this.

"And I did," she grinned a little, "and I think you'll like it. At least you'll like the leftovers from it. You know all those experimental jellos I've been foisting on you? Well, I'm doing a course that focuses on that kind of food and things similar to it from that very particular and disgusting era of American culinary innovation. It's going to be awful...and amazing."

She quirked her chin at him. "What're you planning on doing and how many rancors will it involve this time?"

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"No rancors," Kanan chuckled, already grinning a little at the prospect of free food, because Kanan's mouth was clearly wired wrong. "I tried to take a summer term off to put more time into... whatever the hell it is Hera and I are doing back home," he wasn't ready to call it a resistance and it wasn't anything resembling a rebellion yet, "and the moose gave me this look and shoved a book at me, so I guess I'm teaching that."

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"You should have shoved it right back," said Summer, lifting an eyebrow. Whatever the hell it was Hera and him were doing back home was important, at least it had better be if she was going all in to help them do it.

Well, not entirely all in yet, but... she was working on it. Perhaps a little more slowly than she could, but...there was the whole thing with the ship first, and that was going to take some time anyway.

Once that was done, though...

"What kind of book?"

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Kanan just rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, reached for a pouch on his belt, and pulled out the book in question.

The Tao of meta for Pooh.

"Apparently it's philosophical observations as seen through the eyes of a stuffed toy."

So, that was his life now.

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"Huh," said Summer, thoughtfully, as she picked up the book and flipped through it a little, figuring it probably said more about her than anything else that her first thought was that, man, she could think of some stuffed toys that had probably seen some shit.

This stuffed toy, she could tell from just the little bits gleamed here and there from one page or another, was clearly not one of those.

"Well," she noted, handing the book back, grinning faintly, "it's definitely different. And you are pretty much nothing but a big ball of fluff inside, anyway, so that checks."

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"Hey, hey, don't say that too loudly," Kanan replied, tucking the book away again. "Nobody's supposed to actually know that."

... It wasn't exactly a huge secret, Kanan.

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"Oh, come on," Summer said, her grin growing, her tone nothing but adoring. "You don't need to worry about me letting out the fact that you're really just a silly old bear."

He did that pretty well enough all on his own.

"Speaking of which," she continued, "you gonna keep BDG'ing it up and drive the shuttle again, you think?"

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"Hell, I don't know," Kanan admitted, reaching a hand up to scratch at the back of his head.

... Hey, his hair was almost long enough back there to grab a handful of. Maybe someday he'd be back to pulling it back again.

"The bus might be safer if I don't. An attempted bus-jacking and then a party bus situation? It's a wonder Skywalker hasn't chased me off the island where my mere presence can't put his baby in danger again."

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"Yeah, right?" said Summer, laughing. "Geez, Kanan, give someone else a chance to screw up this time. Hey, maybe I should do it. I mean, I've never driven a bus before, but I can fly a ship. How much more different could it be?"

Because, yeah, that was the sort of thing you wanted the person carting a small handful of newly minted students to say.

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Kanan's mouth fell open a little as he pictured that.

"We can't have that," he said, quickly. "Then you'd be 'Bus Driver Girl,' and it'd be confusing if we had the same initials."

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The new kids would totally wind up a few hours late, due to an emergency...detour to the shopping mall.

Hey, some of those kids might really, really appreciate it! A shopping mall could totally blow their minds before they even got to the island!

"Nahhhh," she said, "because I'd totally be BDQ. Bus. Driver. QUEEN."

OBVIOUSLY.

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Really, given the island's penchant for just grabbing people up unawares, a shopping mall detour probably wouldn't necessarily be a total disaster, at that.

"... I'm not going to bow to you," Kanan decided, smirking a little, even as he reached to collect her pancakes from the kitchen. "In fact, maybe we'll have to start you off as a BDT and make you run your trainee paces, first."