Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

It was Sunday. Kanan needed caf. They didn't really have caf at Luke's, no, but if he brought his own bag in and snuck it into one of the coffee machines before hours, he could sure as hell brew some anyway.

And then empty the entire contents of the pot into an almost comically oversized mug.

And then clean the hell out of that pot so that nobody would suspect a thing. Even if most people who weren't from home seemed to be convinced that coffee and caf were basically indistinguishable. The monsters. He was so wrapped up in his whole Secret Caf venture that he'd barely noticed the cook setting up what looked like a whole spread of jams and jellies and compotes, sweet sauces and bowls of berries. Whipped cream...

"What the hell is this?"

Welcome to Luke's!
Sunday is Pancake Day!
Today Only: All You Can Eat At the Pancake Bar!

...

"Why don't we always have a pancake bar?"

Well. Kanan was now doomed.

[OOC: Open!]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer would express her approval and compliments on the pancake bar in a moment, maybe. But right now she had more pressing matters to attend to first, as she came in and settled in at her usual spot at the counter.

"Okay, so," she started, "are you more of a toaster oven or blender kind of guy? Or should we be totally gauche about it and I'll just give you cash?"

Yes, her intention was aiming for oblique and rando. Have you met Summer?

[uncertain_dume]

"I'd say if I'm marrying anyone, presumably I'd already have been living with them long enough to have plenty of kitchen appliances I'm not intending to use already," Kanan replied, putting his nose into the air. "But I'll never turn down an offering of cash."

Worst. Jedi.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Worst Jedi, but best bestie, and so Summer's face broke out into a wide, pleased grin.

"Duly noted," she said. "Sidenote: if I'm coming to your wedding as a plus-one, this friendship is officially cancelled."

[uncertain_dume]

"Fair enough," Kanan chuckled, "but now I really am curious about what kind of happy medium you and Jack would manage to strike. Would you go 'a dress that covers you up but it's probably black and might have spikes on it,' or 'a few strips of leather covering the important stuff, but pink?'"

You know, wedding attire.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Oh," said Summer, "I can totally rock some black and spikes. But, I mean, the real answer clearly lies in what you have pictured for your bridesmaids.

"Actually, no," she amended after a beat, "I think I'm gunning for something in the exact shade of green Jack turns when she hears the word 'bridesmaid.'"

[uncertain_dume]

"That'd be one hell of a shade of-- wait, are you implying I'm the bride, here?"

He'd kind of just figured they'd both be grooms, though he didn't know Cade well enough to assume, either.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hey," Summer lifted her hands in insist on her complete innocence in such an assertation, "you said it, not me. I'm not one to conform to such outdated gendered expectations in a completely outdated patriarchial tradition rife with mysoginistic undertones; I was merely using the word as an easily identifiable conversation tool for common ground of reference."

And then she took those hands and clasped them together against her chest as her face got dreamy for a moment as she added, "But you could totally work a pretty veil and tiara, Beeg."

[uncertain_dume]

"Well, in the event that I ever marry the scruffiest member of the Dean's family, I'll let you take me dress shopping," Kanan replied, figuring he was pretty safe, there. "I'll need something new and something borrowed, at least."

His lightsaber was both blue, and nothing new to him, anyway.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You know," said Summer, "you seem to have a lot of stuff in line for this supposedly hypothetical wedding. Also, what's your shoe size? Maybe I've got some nice heels that'll fit, and you can borrow those."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden hoped this place hadn't been invaded by new students, because she really wanted pancakes. And tea. And most importantly to get out of the apartment and eat something that wasn't her failed attempt at lunch. She was even prepared to talk to Kanan, even if that meant making an effort to avoid subjects that would upset him.

"Afternoon," she said as she stepped through the door, smiling at Kanan.

[uncertain_dume]

"Afternoon, Seivarden," Kanan replied, giving her a polite enough smile and a little nod in greeting. "How goes it today? Been overrun by new folks, yet?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"None of them decided to buy flowers on their first day here, so no," Seivarden said. "What about you?"

She nodded towards the sign. "That should tempt them more than plants."

[uncertain_dume]

"I haven't met many of the new students yet," Kanan admitted. "A teacher who hasn't been around in a while, a new student, and her talking dog, sure, but that's about it."

He seemed pretty okay with that.

"Endless food does tend to grab people's attention, true enough. Speaking of, is there anything I can get for you today?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I was looking to get some pancakes," Seivarden said. "And tea."

At least she knew Kanan could make acceptable tea.

She took a seat at the counter.

"Talking dog?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Pancakes and tea," Kanan replied with a nod. "I'd be right in assuming you'd rather avoid the pancake bar over there?"

Since people had already been at it, and most customers didn't wear gloves.

"The talking dog wasn't a student, I don't think. He was here with one of the new kids, though."

... Did Del really count as a kid?

Eh.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh." Seivarden threw a glance at the bar. "Not the pancake bar, no."

A relief that Kanan understood that, at least.

"Are you teaching this summer, then?"

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm pretty sure I'm never going to be allowed to escape the teaching," Kanan sighed, writing Seivarden's pancake order down and sending it to the back, pausing for a moment to add, "and you better be wearing your gloves back there," before peeling his fingerless gloves off and making a reach for a pair of rubber gloves instead.

He didn't even really think about it anymore. This was how tea was made for this customer. He was getting paid enough to deal with 'fickle.'

"I tried to back out for a term, and I was pretty much corralled back in to teach regardless."

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack rocked on in and parked her ass on a seat at the counter and promptly attempted to steal Kanan's giant-ass mug of something that smelled like coffee.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan blinked and reached only halfheartedly for it, but lo, it was already in Jack's hands.

Whelp. He supposed he was going to clean out the coffee machine again after all.

While waiting to see if she noticed that it wasn't exactly coffee or not.

"Don't look now," he said, grinning her way, "there's a pancake bar today, Jack."

Kanan had already hit it up, too. He had a plate. It was heaped several inches high.

There was only one pancake.

So.

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack made a noise around the edge of his mug and reached to steal one of his strawberries, too.

Jack, this is how you get stabbed with a fork. Don't take ickle's food.

After she'd taken a healthy drink of whatever was in the mug, she gave it a skeptical look. "... Are you drinking decaf?"

[uncertain_dume]

And that was the moment Kanan looked back at Jack, horribly affronted on behalf of caf.

"What? No. It doesn't get much more un-decaf than that."

[biotic_psychotic]

Successful strawberry theft accomplished because he was totally distracted. She hadn't meant to distract him but .. free strawberry. They tasted better when stolen. True fact.

"It tastes weird," she said, still looking at it, "What happened to the coffee? Did you change brands?" Still, she took another drink.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan wasn't pouting, no. But he was absolutely cheating and using the Force to float another strawberry over from that pancake bar to replace the one that had been snitched.

"I don't know if I should say, 'yes, thank you,' for acknowledging that what you're drinking doesn't taste the same as the usual, or what," he admitted. "We didn't switch brands here. I brought that myself."

[biotic_psychotic]

Jack was unrepentant about her tiny theft. She looked at the cup again and parsed what he just said. "I'm drinking your caf, aren't I? This is caf in this mug." She took another drink but then pushed the mug back toward him. "It's not bad but it's off from what I'm used to."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan nodded and collected his mug again, reaching for another and topping it up with coffee for her.

"That's about where I stood with coffee, at first," he admitted. "It's not bad. It'll take the place of caf in a crunch, but it's not quite right, either."