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

Eloquent, as always, was Jack.

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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?

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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."

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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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"Next thing on the list: Drag Kanan to a yoga class," Jack teased him, "Though.. yeah, ickle. The rest of this sounds like the stuff you've been saying."

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"Just what yoga class needs," Kanan replied, still amused. "Me, of all people. I'll show up in knee-high leather boots with a blaster strapped to my hip, I'm sure I'll fit right in."

The blaster was non-negotiable.

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"You can show up in whatever footwear you want but you need to take it off at the door," Jack chuckled, "Yoga's done barefoot. The blaster wouldn't get in the way, either."

Guess who was going to be doing morning yoga someday soon. Guess!

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"Are there even yoga classes on the island?"

Kanan was asking the important questions now, clearly.

The potentially damning ones, granted. Answers to this one meant he could potentially end up getting dragged off somewhere to learn regardless, after all.

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"I don't know," Jack said cheerfully, "I do my shit with Kaidan at his place. It's almost warm enough to start using the beach. But I will absolutely hire a too-perky leotard-wearing yoga bunny for the occasion, ickle."

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"I can actually follow far too many words in that sentence," Kanan noted, shaking his head a little. "And now I'm afraid."

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"Did you just admit to being afraid of a leotard-clad yoga bunny, ickle?" Jack asked, amused.

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"The whole mental image you've just painted is basically Summer," Kanan replied, shrugging. "But telling me how to rearrange my legs and breathe in order to..."

He paused.

"I'm not actually sure what the goal is."

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"Maintain flexibility and settle your fucking mind and shit," Jack informed him, "It's mostly a good way to let your brain zone right the fuck out. Active meditating."

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"Huh," Kanan replied. Did he actually look thoughtful, there? He did! "Okay, so I might be able to make use of that, yeah."

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"Yeah," Jack drawled wryly, "Kinda why I fucking suggested it, ickle. Teasing the shit out of you is fun and all but also I kind of had a point here."

She took a drink of coffee and added, "Also that it might make our favorite shithead less twitchy."

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Kanan considered that, too.

"Less twitchy about me, or he could use a few yoga lessons himself?"

'Both' was a totally legitimate reply, here.

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Jack blinked. "He does this shit every fucking day, ickle. It's his stretch out before he goes running. I'm not that into it, I go over a few times a week. Nah, I meant twitchy about you. He hasn't been worse lately or anything. I'm just determined to pry his fucking brain out of wherever it's been, you know?"

She figured he did.

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"Yeah, I know," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "I guess for the sake of putting Kaidan's head to rights, I'm willing to give it a shot, sure."

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"You agreed before that part anyway," Jack pointed out with sibling pedantry, "Just be lucky I'm not making you wear leggings."

... she didn't figure he'd care if she did.

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Kanan shrugged.

"So I am considering myself lucky," he reported. "Can't be much worse than whatever you're going to make me wear to go dancing, can they?"

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Jack calmly rummaged out her phone, typed in a search phrase, and showed him just how much worse it could be.

"You tell me."