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The Park, Thursday Late Morning

Yes, there was a very real possibility of thunderstorms and rain today, but after last week, Liam was bound and determined to spend as much time outside as possible. So instead of the gym, he’d headed to the park. So far, the weather seemed to be cooperating- it was warm out, if overcast. That was fine, he could work with that. Hell, even a little non-radioactive drizzle would be nice.

Anyway, that’s what he was up to today: in the park, working through tai chi forms, generally enjoying everything being back to normal.

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"Stick, stick, I gotts a stick! Stick-sticky-stickity, stick-stick-stick!"

"That's right, buddy," Kanan said, trailing behind Stance as they meandered through the park for walkies. "A stick. Probably the best stick you've found yet today."

"It is!" Stance enthused, trotting a merry circle around Kanan, his words only slightly slurred around the branch he was carrying in his mouth. "It's the very most bestest stick! I thought the last stick was but then I found this one and it's even better and-- Look, Daddy! It's a people!"

Kanan gave the put-upon sigh of a man who had given up trying to get his dog to stop calling him that.

"It's a Liam, buddy," he said. "And he looks pretty busy, there."

"He looks like he's doing the stuff you do but he doesn't have a stick. That is very sad. I will give him my stick, it is the very most bestest!"

Kanan didn't even have a chance to protest before Stance started trotting over to Liam, stick in tow.

"Hey, Kanan," Liam greeted, movements slowing to a stop as he spotted the other man.

"Hi, Stance," he added to the dog. No, he had no idea the non-Aeslin animals on the island were speaking this week, it was just basic politeness.

"Hi, Liam," Stance pretty much chirped around his stick. "I see you are doing a slow poses-and-stuff fighter-dance like daddy does but you do not have a stick so I am here to give you my stick, it is a very good stick! Will you take my stick? You do not even have to throw it!"

That last part was said in a way that suggested that he would be perfectly welcome to, though, if the mood happened to strike him.

Kanan, a few paces behind, just kind of gave Liam a wry smile.

"Hey, Liam. Sorry for interrupting."

"Thanks, buddy," Liam said gravely to Stance, accepting the gift of the stick.

"No, it's fine," he said to Kanan. "Has he always been able to talk, or is this new?" He added, nodding at Stance. He hadn't had a chance to listen to the radio for the past few days, or he might have some idea what was going on.

"This... is new," Kanan replied, smiling crookedly. "Another of those weekly things, I think. I'll take this over the giant bugs any day, though."

Well. The bugs that were still puny by his galaxy's standards, but who were definitely far too large for Earth.

"Daddy says he had no idea I was such a chatterbox," Stance confided, "but he's not surprised, either."

Liam... Liam couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. It's just that what was one of 'those weekly things' for everyone else was his and Verity's every day.

"You say that, but just wait until he decides to try his hand at poetry," he managed finally.

Kanan turned a slow glance toward his dog, who looked up at him innocently. Even gave his tail a little wag, there.

"We've already had twenty minutes of the stick-sticky song," Kanan noted, carefully. "I can't even imagine what kind of poetry a dog might come up with."

"I can tell you what kind of poetry mice can come up with," Liam said darkly. Except for how it felt kind of weird to say the word 'dick' in front of Stance, for some reason?

"... Let's just say it involved an elaborate song and dance number and now I know way too many rhymes for parts of my anatomy I didn't want to know rhymes for." How had they come up with that many rhymes for 'scrotum', honestly? HOW?

"I can dance," Stance volunteered, already up on his hind legs and doing an awkward hop-hop-hop for show. "I bet I can do a poetry, too! How do you poetry? Is it like singing?"

"Yeah, but more pretentious," Kanan offered, watching his dog with barely-contained amusement. And so, so thankful that his dog was basically just a little kid, instead of a herd of mice with an elaborate religious ceremony dedicated to his bits.

"I can be that too, probably!"

And the thing was, though Liam did not love some of the mice’s rituals and celebrations in particular, he did love them, and wouldn’t trade the Aeslin for the world.

“I’d pay to see that,” Liam informed Stance. With food, obviously, because what use would a dog have for currency?

"Yay, pay! In treats? Is it treats pay for a poetry?"

Kanan laughed and shook his head a little.

"I've got a few biscuits with me," he informed Liam. "This has been a great week for teaching him tricks."

"My favorite is pew-pew-pew," Stance informed them both, gravely.

"I mostly have cheese," Liam admitted. Which was tasty treat, sure... but also might have unpleasant aftereffects for anyone in Stance's immediate vicinity.

"Well, now I have to see this, you realize," Liam informed Stance.

"Maybe we'll pass on the cheese," Kanan said, smiling wryly and reaching into a pouch on the belt for a baggie of biscuits, which he tossed Liam's way.

"Okay! Okay, I'll show you! Daddy! Daddy, do the thing!"

Kanan, whose dog had clearly trained him well, pointed a finger at Stance obediently, and said, "Pew, pew, pew."

Stance, of course, made a big production out of rolling over with a, "Oh! Oh, you got me! You got me and I am dying! I am dead," which possibly got increasingly more dramatic every time this trick was performed.

And now Liam was laughing again. And clapping in appreciation, because that was very dramatic indeed.

"Well done," he informed Stance, holding up a couple of dog biscuits. "Worth every biscuit." And with that, he tossed them, one after the other, in the air for Stance to catch.

And Stance didn't have time to do a happy little prance dance before those biscuits were in the air, no, but that didn't stop him from attempting to do one as he jumped around to catch those treats, eating them with an enthusiastic, "Om-nom-nom!"

Kanan just chuckled.

"That trick seems to be his favorite yet," he noted.

The catching the treats trick, yes.

"The mice are generally fond of anything involving food too," Liam shared. "Not," he amended, "that they do tricks. But a decent number of their rituals and celebrations seem to call for the God of Distant Stars to provide cheese and cake."

That, and he was an easy mark for those beady little inkdrop eyes.

"Oooo," Stance said, in between bouts of licking his chops, "that's a fancy name! Who is that? Can I have cheese and cake? I heard someone say cheese!"

"No, buddy," Kanan replied, shaking his head. "You'll spoil your lunch."

"Lunch!"

“It is a pretty fancy name, isn’t it?” Liam asked. “That’s me,” he told Stance. “Or at least, that’s what the mice that live with me and Verity call me. ‘Liam’ is absolutely fine for anyone not a mouse, though. And Kanan’s right, you wouldn’t wanna spoil lunch.”

Stance considered this revelation very, very carefully, and then bobbed his head a little in something like a nod.

"Well," he said, "then I will be a good boy and not spoil my lunch! Daddy, should I call you the god of something too? There are lots of things you could be!"

"I... I think I'm just fine the way I am, buddy," Kanan replied, maybe a tiny bit at a loss. Here he was, still quietly flailing at 'Daddy.'

“Do you have any other tricks you’d like to share?” Liam asked Stance, hoping to steer him away from the topic of names.

"Oh, yes yes," Stance enthused, doing a little front-paw-doggy-dance. "I know lots and lots! I can sit and stay and speak and roll over and fetch and smell bombs and spin and dance!"

Kanan just coughed.

“That is a lot,” Liam said with a nod. “What’s ‘smell bombs’?” And was he going to regret asking?

"It is when I use my nose to make sure a thing isn't gonna explode that isn't supposed to," Stance explained, very patiently, if, you know, enthusiastically.

While Kanan continued to just sort of bury his face in his hand.

"I was taught to know certain chemicals and if they're together that's bad so I bark bark bark bark bark, unless I'm doing my keep quiet trick, then I point so somebody can make them be not bombs anymore."

"... It's a useful life skill," Kanan muttered.

Liam was politely going to refrain from pointing out that all bombs were supposed to explode; it was whether or not you were on the side that wanted them to was important.

“That it is,” Liam agreed. “But not really one you can show off in the middle of the park, huh?”

"I'm fresh out of bombs," Kanan said, as Stance looked at him expectantly. "Sorry, buddy. Maybe you can show off one of your other tricks instead?"

"But that's a good one," Stance muttered, a little dejected about it.

"Maybe there'll be more bombs some other time?" There'd been one in the park last week, after all.

"Oooh! Some other time! I do hope so! I will show you my goodest trick!"

"... Buddy, maybe let's not be so excited about the possibility of more bombs."

"But it's a very useful trick!"

Kanan shrugged. And just... silently hoped there weren't bombs again, thanks, Fandom.

“He’s not wrong,” Liam admitted. “I can think of a time or seven I could’ve used somebody who knew that truck.”

"Well I know it veryveryvery good," Stance enthused. "You can get me to do it any time!"

"... Within reason," Kanan added, grimacing. "Please don't send my dog into a minefield or something."

"I like fields veryvery much! I get to run and run and run and run and chase and run."

"No minefields," Liam promised. "They're not the fun kind of fields, anyway," he added, for Stance's benefit.

"If I were to throw a stick you'd lose it," Kanan added.

Stance sat down, pondering this.

"... That sounds like a greedy field."

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