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Turtle & Canary; Monday [05/13].

Pancakes had wanted to go to work with Summer that day. Now, Summer was usually pretty bad about saying no to Pancakes in the first place, but it was even more difficult to say no when your formally tiny and lithe older kitten was suddenly a very large but thankfully friendly sort of smilodon.

Which was a fun thing to wake up to, by the way, given Pancakes' proclivity to sleeping curled up around Summer's legs.

So once her legs woke up and she pretty much emptied out her freezer of meat to feed her newly huge and saber-toothed feline friend, they headed out to the store, and Summer was not at all surprised to see the changes in the island and felt that sort of explained her particular fashion choices that morning, but she was a little surprised (and perhaps a bit disappointed) that the store seemed generally unchanged, if you ignored the massive ribs in the meat coolers and the fact that tiny birds seemed to be running the Squishy machine, which was sort of made of mostly stone and bone.

But, hey, at least it still worked! So, feeling a bit like she looked way too badass with her topical accessories and her bad-ass cat to just be sitting at a counter all day, Summer got to work, because Mama still needed to get paid.

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After class, you better believe Kanan was swinging by with his very spotty, very colorful deinonychus. Because... well, partly because he needed to pick up a whole hell of a lot more kibble to get him through the week, and partly because he absolutely needed to know just how much of the island this had spread to. Most of his apartment had remained unchanged, after all, with the obvious exception of the dog.

"So," he drawled as he looked at the sign in the window, "if you're accepting bones as payment, I'm guessing you'd rather I give you the ones that Stance wasn't gnawing on this morning?"

Stance, who was absolutely just kind of standing there, all of knee-height, blinking curiously into the shop, tail wagging behind him.

Even though it looked ridiculous on what was basically a velociraptor who looked like he fell into some paint.

Okay, yeah, gross bones were definitely not included in this new apparent currency system, but that hardly seemed important right now.

"Ohmygooooood, is that Stance?" Summer all but squealed.

Which definitely made Pancakes, who thankfully had ceased in her insistence that she was still small enough to sit on the counter and instead was laying luxuriantly in spots of sunshine that made it through the window and all its signs, twitch her ears and pass a disapproving glance over at her tiny morsel of a food slave.

And then maybe a curious one toward the smaller colorful morsel of a possible snack....or friend. As an apparently domesticated smilodon, it could really be either.

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"The one and only," Kanan agreed. "The island decided that he needed to be a little more scaly than normal, today."

As Kanan spoke, you had better believe Stance was making a beeline toward Summer, making weird almost cough-like barking sounds in his excitement. It was Summer! Hi, Summer! Hi, friend! You'd said his name!

"Careful if he jumps up. Those hind toes are something else."

A pause.

"Wait, is that Pancakes?"

At least it wasn't just his dog today, huh?

"Hiiiiiii, there, little buuuuuuddddyyy!" Summer cooed as she went around the counter to meet Stance on his way over, crouching down and meeting him there to help stave off any first-hand experience with those hind toes that BDG had mentioned. She held out her hands to him for a second so he could get her scent and maybe calm down a little before she went to pet him.

Which was a little weird without the fur, but, hey, she could run with it.

"And, yup, that's Pancakes alright. Looks like the island's in a mooooood."

It wasn't a bad mood, so far, but Summer had been lucky so far, too, in that nothing, including her giant toothy cat, had tried to eat her yet.

"That's... one hell of a mood," Kanan mused, blinking at the feline. "At least their personalities are the same? Stance's is, anyway. I don't know Pancakes so well yet."

A pause.

"She's not allowed on my ship like this, though."

There was a good pause from Summer, too, looking over Stance at Pancakes, who was very clearly still Pancakes in that she was also very clearly over this whole conversation, but her shortened tail still sort of thumped on the floor a few times with pleasure for the fact that she was the center of attention right now.

"That," said Summer, "would be a lot of puke. But, yeah, no, I'm pretty much assuming Pancakes is perma-banned in all her various shapes and sizes anyway. Unless the island takes a literal turn and just, you know...turns her into a pancake. I think we'd be safe then.

"Ohmygod, what if that happened, and I, like, turned into the whole general concept of summer? I've never been a whole arbitrary seasonal distinction before!"

It was nice, knowing she could still get excited about weird shit she'd hadn't yet experienced.

"I suppose that would depend," Kanan decided. "Are you going to be a nice Summer with a warm sun and a gentle breeze, or the muggy, sticky kind of Summer?"

Important distinctions to be made here.

"Using the word 'sticky' to describe me,ever, is also perma-banned," Summer declared, making a face. "Of course I'd be a nice, warm, gentle-breeze Summer, how is that even a question?"

"Fair enough, no sticky Summers," Kanan promised, giving an amused smirk. "And here is where I suppose I find myself grateful that my name isn't actually a homonym for... basically anything."

Anymore.

'Dume.'

"Not unless," Summer noted, "it just got the pronunciation wrong and simply turned you into a big old cannon."

But that would be silly, who could ever make that mistake for about forever because it took them a long time before actually hearing it spoken?

"... That would just be weird."

A pause.

"A blaster cannon, at least?"

Come on, let him at least turn into something sophisticated.

"Nope!" Summer chirped happily, just because he'd given her that option and she totally had control over that stuff, anyway. "Big, heavy, old timey pirate ship kind of cannon."

Pause.

"'Cuz you're old."

In case he forgot.

Kanan wrinkled his nose at her.

"I'm going to choose to pretend I didn't hear that," he decided. "I'm going to choose to believe it's because I'm a pirate."

Arr.

He was like six years older than you, Summer.

Well, maybe if you started acting like it, Old Man.

"Choose to pretend you didn't hear that?" asked Summer blithely, giving Stance one good last round of pets and scritches before getting up to maybe go see if he might like some jerky or something as a snack. "Or choose to pretend you didn't hear that, because you actually didn't, because someone turned your hearing aid down?"

Would Stance ever like some jerky!! Yes he would!! He was going to happily trot along with Summer, wherever she was going! Hi!

"... What? Sorry," Kanan said, raising an eyebrow, "you'll have to speak up, Summer. I'm a little hard of hearing."

But at least his eyesight wasn't going!

"All I was saying," said Summer, sweetly, raising her voice slightly for effect, while contemplating between a few flavors of jerky and deciding on a simple one, "is that you're the best, BDG, and my favorite, that's allll."

Summer then looked down at Stance for a moment as she opened the bag, considering making him sit or roll over or do a trick for it, but then she remembered that he had much scarier teeth now and figured it was best to just toss it up in the air and a good distance away from her for him to either catch or just pick up when it landed on the floor.

Kanan gave a solemn nod of his head.

"That's exactly what I thought, yes."

Was Stance doing a happy jerky dance?

Stance was totally doing a happy jerky dance. And chasing that jerky and catching it and it was going to disappear pretty fast, because for all that he was a dog, he was also sort of a bird at the moment, and they tended to just kind of swallow things whole.

Summer thought about just shaking the bag and sending all the remaining pieces flying just to see Stance try to scramble for them, but naaaahhh. It was way more fun watching him do his little happy jerky dance for each individual piece before she tossed up in the air for him.

Although now the game had caught Pancakes' attention, too, even if she was trying to make it look like it hadn't.

"So, you come in for anything in particular today, BDG?" Summer asked. "Or did Stance just want to prove that he can manage to mooch snacks off of me no matter what form he's in?"

"Oh, this trip was definitely his idea," Kanan said easily. "... But also, I need to bring home enough meat to feed a ravenous reptile for a week. He's got way more appetite than usual and no interest in his kibble."

Somebody had already mowed through all the nerf Kanan could thaw this morning.

"Oh, man," gushed Summer, almost immediately, her eyes brightening up a little too eagerly. "You should see the ribs we got in today. They're huge. They're bigger than me. You could probably feed a small planet with just one of these things. And I will totally give you a discount on them, if only because the idea of you trying to lug one of those home is hilarious."

There was a slight pause.

"...even if you used your weird space magic powers." Because him Force-carrying giant ribs across town was still pretty great. "But I think that should be considered cheating."

"See, you say it's cheating, but you try carrying anything home with a dog underfoot trying to see what it is," Kanan pointed out. "Stance wants to be right there. At all times."

At. All. Times.

"... How big are these ribs?"

Oh Kanan.

"Big," Summer emphasized. "Like, the only place I can think of where they'd fit comfortably is the freezer at Luke's. I'm honestly a little surprised and baffled how Apu managed to get them into our coolers, that's how big they are."

Kanan paused to consider that for a moment.

What he was picturing was not at all big enough.

"Well, I better get a look at these things," he decided. "Odds are that's going to be what I need for this little monster."

Stance... bark-coughed again.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, "that is the cutest sounds that also makes me worries he might be choking on somehting I think I have ever heard in my life."

She tossed one more piece of jerky before turning around; clearly, the bag was going with her. If Stance was interested in anymore, he'd have to come, too, as she gestured to get BDG to follow as well. She didn't think he'd be quite as easily lured by jerky.

"Come on, I'll show you, and then you'll see what I mean. In fact, I can probably order you a rickshaw now if you decide to take one."

"Oh no, I've seen the rickshaws," Kanan replied as he followed along, Stance trotting happily in step. "The runners right now are like Stance, but nearly as tall as me. They'd just demand their payment in my groceries."

"OH MY GOD!!!" Mae yelled as she came into the shop. "There are dinosaurs and shells and bones are money?!"

She was pretty sure this was the greatest psychotic break in history.

"Apparently so," said Summer, finding it difficult to not be amused by StickyFingers McNo-Stakes's...er...enthusiasm. "They're on the currency conversion sheet, and everything. You coming in to get rid of some of those clams and bones, or are you just doing a thing right now?"

And, honestly, Summer didn't know Mae much, no, but from what she did know, she was leaning toward the latter.

Mae turned her pockets inside out and found a paperclip, a few hair ties (not that she had much hair to speak of), a pocket knife, a packet of saltine crumbs, and a tooth (luckily not a human one).

"How much can I get for any of this?"

The tooth was technically a bone?

It was, technically, though...not much of one. Summer might be interested in the hair ties since she was a little bereft of those lately due to cat, but...

"Errm," said Summer, with uncertainty. "What were you hoping to get?"

But it might be the tooth of a dinosaur! Not, like, a large dinosaur, mind you, unless they also had smaller teeth, but still.

Mae shrugged. "A pack of gum?"

She hadn't really come in here with a plan, no.

And that was such a low-ball offer that Summer almost felt obligated to allow it. Only thing lower than that would have been just one sick of gum.

"Sure," she said with a shrug. "I'll take that tooth for a pack of gum, why not? I'll throw in some jello, too, if you want any."

It wasn't even one of the disgusting ones, Mae!

When it came right down to it, Mae didn't expect to get much in life.

"Ooo, jello." She brushed some spare lint off the tooth and set it on the counter. "Deal."

And you know what? Summer could really totally appreciate that.

"You go pick out some gum, then," she said, grinning faintly, "while I pack up some of this jello."

But, yes, she intended on watching you the whole time while she was packing the jello up, Mae, because she knew what happened last time.

Hey, she was getting jello and gum she paid for with a random tooth. Mae didn't need to shoplift, today!

. . . She didn't actually need to shoplift any time, but still. She was all for alternative revenue streams that followed, like, goblin rules.

She was going to grab the largest pack of gum she could find. Did T&C carry Bubble Tape?

It wasn't tape that was duct, so yes! Yes, they did!

And Summer wasn't honestly too worried, really, because she knew if Mae did happen to try to lift something, she could always just decide to sic her currently large-and-toothy cat on her.

...she thought, as if Pancakes would ever deign to actually listen to anything even hinting at a command...

It’d never work. Cats liked Mae. If it was a giant prehistoric DOG, maybe.....

Mae came back to the counter with her bubble tape. “You do a lot of shell-and-bone business so far?”

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