Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan was worried. Well. In the few moments edgewise where Kanan actually got to be Kanan, Kanan was worried. He kept checking his phone hoping that maybe Rey had just gotten sidetracked on Friday and couldn't call because someone was paying close attention or something, but still, no word.

Was it too early to start making daring rescue plans? Hell, he didn't even know which version of his reality she was in, never mind what year, all he knew was 'Jakku,' and 'future,' because she'd always turned down offers of care packages. He'd never gotten an... address or anything...

He frowned at his phone and fired off a text.

Starting to worry, do you need someone to get you out of there? Text me when you can.

And then sighed and settled behind the counter, wondering if there was some way he could reverse-engineer the data on his phone to pinpoint exactly where and when her last calls had come from...

In the kitchen, the staff acted out a spaghetti western. Using actual spaghetti.

Kanan ignored them. Didn't even check to see if the specials board had pancakes on it, today.

(It did.)

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(Good.)

When Summer came in, late that morning, she had a cat pretty much attached to her. Not literally, it felt like that should be specified, but it was clear that Pancakes had decided she needed to cling to Summer today, and that she had no intention of ceasing to do so any time soon.

"Hey, BDG," Summer said, trying not to sigh a little as she sat down, shifting Pancakes a little to a more comfortable spot, Pancakes who just looked around with her wide eyes trying to soak in everything. "Hope you don't mind if Pancakes is here today. The island keeps sucking her into random rifts and into god only knows where, so now she's not letting me out of her sight."

Summer hissed a little as Pancakes clung just that little bit tighter.

"Or out of her claws, either..."

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Kanan glanced up from his phone, and then smiled wryly as he pocketed it again.

"That's fine," he replied. "I left Stance in Chopper's capable care, otherwise he'd be here today, too." He held out a hand in offer toward Pancakes. "C'mon, girl, ease up with those claws a little, okay? You're making Summer bleed."

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Summer's head tilted a little curiously for a moment about the phone, but she mostly dismissed it. If something was up, he would just tell her....right?

She also dismissed it because her attention was stolen by another burst of pain as Pancakes redoubled on her clinging efforts, turning away stubbornly from the offered hand.

But she did start purring. And happily started making claw-filled biscuits into Summer's shoulder. Because cats.

Summer just sighed.

"It's a good thing I actually like her," she noted, then tried to just focus on Kanan. "How's your week been, BDG? Any exciting adventures of note?"

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If something was up, even he wasn't sure. So, aside from some chewing worry, there was nothing to tell. As for the here and now? Kanan considered using the Force to try to coax Pancakes off, but... meh. Summer seemed resigned to her fate anyway.

"One or two," he offered, wryly. "Some bigger than others." He considered mentioning the evacuation he'd assisted with, but that was still being played out in docs was a lot to digest, so he offered, "an evil penguin turned me into a giant wolf and I tried to eat a student on Friday?"

Yup. That had happened.

"And you?"

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"Ooooooh," said Summer, sounding way to excited to ask this question, "which student?

"And I tried to meet our mysterious Pink Coat Man for sake and steamed buns, and we wound up in some dungeon somewhere fighting off slimes and shadow people. Oh! And Caritas came with its own invisible live studio audience for my shift on Wednesday, which didn't get annoying at all or anything. Other than that, though, it seems to be affecting Pancakes here more than me. She keeps popping in and out of existence, and coming back in various states. She was a lion for a blip in time, and she had wings, too. This one time, she came back with the most adorable tiny sombrero, though! I got pictures, if you want to see!"

Pancakes, however, let out a small, disgruntled yowl. She clearly had not found the sombrero nearly as cute.

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"I would love to see," said Kanan, mostly to spite the cat who had snubbed him. "I haven't had the live studio audience thing yet," and wasn't entirely certain he wanted one anyway, "but I was teaching my class about how to keep from dying in an atomic explosion by doing the duck and cover."

A beat.

"Which is stupid."

Seriously.

"As for the student? I'm going to go out on a limb and say it was that Prompto kid. Had that same hair, anyway. And a thing about selfies."

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"I've seen some of those duck and cover videos!" She'd come across them every once in a while when she went searching into the depths of old PSAs for those days in her class when they had some time to kill waiting for something terrible to bake. "And how's this for some food for thought: there's probably a few dimensions out there where that sort of thing even actually works.

"I'm not about to go run around testing it, though," she added, swiping through her phone for the right picture, and she snorted. "Please don't tell me he was sitting there taking selfies," as she oh-so-innocently swiped right past a series of herself doing exactly that with those shadow people in the mines, "while you were trying to eat him."

There it was! Summer grinned as she turned the phone toward Kanan to show off one very grumpy looking Pancakes in, as promised, a tiny sombrero. It was pin! "Isn't she..." Summer winced at a dig of claws that surely couldn't have been planned or timed or anything... "...cute?"

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"Yeah... I think I'm going to just settle for avoiding the blast radius of anything that can vaporize me, instead."

Ahem.

"He took one selfie, while running, so at least his survival instinct isn't completely shot. And... hey, that's one hell of a hat, isn't it?"

Someone hadn't been looking for sombreros that one time he'd been to Mexico, no.

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Only looking? Now that was a shame.

"I'm gonna put Christmas lights on it in December," Summer declared gleefully, "and it's gonna be our holiday card."

You know.

From space.

...probably.

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"Happy Life Day, everybody check out my weird alien cat?"

Wookiees everywhere would sure get a kick out of it, anyway. Probably.

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"And her super cool and totally stylish hat," Summer added, grinning faintly. "Yeah. Something like that."

Although now she was just thinking of what sort of rant her grampa might find himself going off on for something like Life Day, and now she was definitely sending home Life Day Cards once she got out there.

"She'll be a real big hit."

The soft, disgruntled 'mrow' murmured into Summer's shoulder, however, did not seem to agree.

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"They'll love her out there," Kanan agreed. "Just make sure your customers know she's a friend, not food, hm?"

Because there would be at least a few who might try.

Gungans, for example.

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"You hear that, Pancakes?" said Summer, leaning back a little in an attempt to look the clinging cat in the face for a moment. "All those times I've tried to eat you are just practice for having to deal with other people doing it once we get out there...

"Don't give me that look," she added. "Remember, you chose this.

"....I'll make a sign, maybe," she decided.

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"We'll make sure there are a few languages on there, just to be sure," Kanan replied, amused. "I don't think Pancakes had any idea what she was getting herself into when she insisted you take her home, huh?"

A beat.

"Speaking of, pancakes and a milkshake?"

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"I'm pretty sure she's only still here out of stubbornness, really," Summer said, shrugging slightly (especially with a cat attached to her), before a faintly confused look crossed over her face.

"Pancakes, yes, obviously, but a milkshake? BDG. You feeling okay? You know I'm lactose intolerant!"

Maybe he was Evil!BDG or something and was just trying to kill her.

She figured he'd at least have opposite facial hair, if that were the case. Or, somehow, miraculously, worse...

She shuddered at the mere thought.

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A beat.

"And a... dairy-free smoothie?"

Look, this week existed apparently entirely to mess with his head. Just like all the other weeks. He was willing to roll with it.