fandomtownies | Luke's, Sunday

Kanan shook his head a little.

"No," he replied. "It really doesn't. Not sure that means anything, but at least it's... promising. Or damning. I haven't decided which."

Edited 2019-04-28 23:51 (UTC)

"If you think past the welcome shindig, anything?" Jack asked curiously, "Or does it just sit there in your head until it happens?"

She thought about it and offered, "I can go with to help pick up the kids if you wind up driving." Annnnnd grinned, "Make sure nobody tries to take off with the bus when you hit the bathroom or whatever."

"I no longer take breaks while driving the bus," Kanan muttered. "If I'm driving this semester, I might actually camp out in the damn thing overnight, in a secret, undisclosed location somewhere on the mainland. Just to be sure."

He... probably wouldn't do that.

He might do that.

"And for the rest... I'd have to make time to meditate on it," he replied. "Even then, no guarantees I'd learn anything new. The Force is a guide, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's free and easy with the roadmaps."

"Make the fucking time, Kanan," Jack said, sipping her coffee, "Even if you don't learn anything new, meditating can't hurt and if there's a chance it might help narrow the fucking scope then it's worth it, yeah?"

She tilted her head, "We could always booby trap the bus."

Might be kidding.

Probably wasn't kidding.

Kanan paused for a few moments, glancing around for squirrels.

"... Trap it how?"

He'd circle back to the meditating thing in a moment. Right now, there was a convenient distraction.

Er.

A game plan. Yes.

"Some UV dye, some glitter, an aerosol chamber and a mercury tilt switch," Jack shrugged, "Kind of like the things they put in with banknotes when there's a theft. Shit gets everywhere."

Don't.. ask how she knew that.

"Stick it on the steering wheel or the door, anyone tries to get in, anyone tries to move the bus and they look like a neon orange disco ball for about a week."

She hadn't spent any time thinking about this. It was just the way her brain worked.

"Myself included?"

Kanan couldn't help but smile crookedly at that. Because knowing his luck, it absolutely would be. Just by setting the damn trap.

Jack eyed him, "Only if you're an idiot and forget it's there before you Force-fucking-lift it out of the way, ickle."

Really, what good was being a Force user, even?

"I have occasionally been known to be an idiot."

Just putting that out there.

Because oh boy, was he sometimes so very much exactly that.

"Then that'd be your own fucking fault and you'd be a very pretty neon orange disco ball at the Welcome Picnic," Jack smirked at him.

"Could be an interesting look for when you haul me off to go dancing," Kanan mused.

"Wrong kind of club, ickle," Jack said without missing a beat, "For that you want a rave. Which so fucking help me I am gonna throw one of these days. Probably not the same weekend as the new meat arrives."

"Maybe the weekend after," Kanan agreed, half-smirking. "At least let them unpack before making them be social, Jack."

She snorted. "I don't have to throw a rave for that. I signed up to teach a summer class all about working together."

And how to not be an asshole. By, say, running ahead of the party without checking.

Hey, he'd be following the students, the party would be fiiiine.

"They do classes for that sort of thing now?"

A beat.

"Force knows people around here do need them."

Not that he knew anyone like that, personally. Honest.

Jack lifted a shoulder, "They approved it so I guess they do. I'm gonna have the kids running teamwork obstacle courses and playing team games and shit."

People needed it. The kids needed it.

"That actually sounds pretty useful. A bit more hands-on than the weekly lesson in living in the present moment that the moose foisted off on me, anyway."

He was actually kind of looking forward to it, admittedly.

Jack's eyebrows raised, "You're teaching what the fuck now?"

Eloquent, as always, was Jack.

In reply, Kanan just scoffed a laugh, reached for the book tucked away in a pouch on his belt, and tossed it at her.

"This," he replied. "I'm teaching this."

It looked charming enough, anyway?

Jack juggled a bit to catch the book and looked at the cover. Her eyebrows shot up and she gave Kanan a 'are you fucking kidding' look.

He was not, it appeared, joking.

She began thumbing through the pages. Her lips twitched. The smile broke through. Then she began to giggle. "Oh shit.. Oh shit, Kanan this is kind of fucking perfect for you. Holy crap."

Finding a quote, she intoned it at him with as much seriousness as she could muster while still giggling. “The surest way to become Tense, Awkward, and Confused is to develop a mind that tries too hard - one that thinks too much.”

Gleefully finding more, she recited those too. “The wise know their limitations; the foolish do not.”

“I think, therefore I am... confused.”

“No matter how useful we may be, sometimes it takes us a while to recognize our own value.”

You're not getting that book back until she's read the whole thing, Kanan.

"Oh god, buddy, the Moose did a good job with this one."

Kanan just kind of snorted and smirked, pausing to reach for Jack's breakfast as it came up and setting it down in front of her before leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, amused.

"I'm not completely convinced the moose isn't trying to tell me something, here," he admitted.

Jack murmured thanks and immediately drowned those pancakes in syrup. Frosting went with syrup, right? Well if not it did now. She was careful not to get anything on the book, flipping the pages with one hand while shoveling food in with the other.

"Oh, I definitely think he's trying to tell you something," Jack confirmed, "but.. I mean as much as I'm teasing you, ickle, this isn't terrible shit."

High praise from her. "You could stand to read this and some of the kids will definitely benefit from learning it. Like the 'don't try to fit a square peg into a round hole' shit. You can do that with a big enough mallet but then you've ruined the square peg forever."

That last part wasn't in the book, that was just a Jack-ism. It also happened to be true.

"Mm," Kanan agreed. "There's a whole section in there about just being who you are that... hell, I probably could stand to read a few more times, admittedly."

It was an interesting lesson for someone who still wasn't completely certain who he was, half the time.

"Uh huh," Jack agreed firmly, "You really could." She grinned, peeking over the top of the book at him, "You gonna teach 'em yoga with this?"

"No," Kanan laughed, shaking his head. "I'd have to know yoga to teach yoga. Living in the moment and accepting the world for what it is, though? That's been fed to me for half my life. I can handle that."

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