Luke's, Sunday

[uncertain_dume]

"What are you doing?"

"Making waf--"

"It's Sunday," Kanan interrupted, raising an eyebrow at the cook.

"But there's a brunch serving pancakes already," the cook protested.

"I don't care," Kanan informed him. Stance, at his side, barked his agreement. "This is Summer's last Sunday on the island, there are going to be pancakes."

Grumbling, the cook set to work, readying the pancake supplies.

Which, in fairness, weren't all that different from the waffle supplies anyway. It was just the principle of the whole thing.

That accomplished, Kanan settled behind the counter, put on a fresh pot of coffee, and scrounged up a couple of pieces of bacon to throw to his dog while they waited for Summer to come pick him up for some quality puppy time before she made her way off to... you know. Coruscant.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hey, BDG."

And there was a Summer, slipping into her usual spot at the counter, with a faint smile. She didn't even care that she was missing some more top-notch people scoping at the brunch, either, and, despite her claims that she was coming to take Stance for a walk, would be perfectly content to just stay right there for the majority of the day. No matter how many pancakes and milkshakes it took.

"Any weird guests for the weekend?"

[uncertain_dume]

Stance was already up and trotting around the counter to greet her. Because that was just how Stance rolled, really.

"Who, me? Nah. Nobody back home who could really visit, anyway."

He tended to get those during the whispering rock weekends instead. He was kind of resigned to a life of 'everyone is dead.' So.

"Met the guests of a few other people. A member of a resistance in the," he waved a hand vaguely, "future, I guess. Another Sith Lord who's been dead for thousands of years by my time. Typical Parents Weekend stuff."

He'd done tea with the Sith.

He was never going to get over that.

[somethingwithturquoise]

And Stance knew Summer always had treats and pets to greet him back with, too, and today would hardly be an exception.

She grinned at Kanan a bit. "Yeah, I bet these weekends get particularly weird for all you guys from there. You probably get to a point where you just throw up your arms and say 'fuck it' and just go with the flow..."

That was, generally, what she was trying her best to do with her attempts to even keep it all straight, after all.

[uncertain_dume]

"That's how I wound up with a penpal on the Sith Dark Council of three and a half thousand years ago," Kanan agreed. "We did tea last night. I might actually enjoy the man's company."

It was confusing.

"There are a few Masters on the island from before his time, even, who I was hoping to catch up with at some point, too. But," he made a vague gesture around the diner. "Duty calls, and all."

Anyway, he wouldn't miss one last pancake Sunday with Summer for anything.

[somethingwithturquoise]

There was maybe just a little flare up of feeling a little bad about the idea that BDG had been hoping to catch up with some people, but then here he was, just dishing out pancakes, but no. No way. It was the last Sunday. She was going to be 100% selfish and not regret it at all. Screw those guys.

"Damn right it does," she may have preened a bit smugly. "And they better do a good job with my pancakes today, too, because I'm stuck with flatcakes from here on out."

[uncertain_dume]

"They're about as different as caf and coffee," Kanan confided, leaning forward a little with a smirk. So, you know. Different enough that you could tell the difference if you cared and could absolutely complain that they just weren't the same. "But you'll be pleased to know that I shook the cook until he put the waffle maker away this morning."

Just for you, Summer. Just for you, he did this. Who would he be on pancake patrol for once you were gone?

[somethingwithturquoise]

"He was going to make waffles?" asked Summer, clearly incredulous and astounded, except that she wasn't, because of course she wasn't suprised. And then she laughed a little. "Wait...wait! What if he just pulled out the waffle maker so that I could get in one more good round of yelling at all of them because he knew that waffles on my last day would definitely require some verbal smackdowns, and you ruined his whole plan in your vallaint effort to protect the pancakes?"

Which was not at all what happened, but it was the last Sunday, she was going to go ahead and make it headcanon now because she could.

[uncertain_dume]

"Hm, there's a good point you raise, Summer," Kanan mused, reaching a hand up to scratch thoughtfully at his chin. "But I have faith in your ability to find some reason to yell at him anyway. You haven't disappointed yet, after all."

Was that a faint, "Oh, come on!" from the kitchen?

You betcha!

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Don't even act like you won't miss it!" Summer shouted back, mustering up her best complaining tone for it.

And then laughing a little and leaning forward to lower her voice as she said to Kanan, "They're just jealous because they know I'm going to have my own staff to yell at one day."

[betterthanaplan]

Once Nathan was finally awake (freaking out over the island and then accidentally driving into the future took a lot out of a guy, okay?), Duke brought him right into town to the diner for those promised pancakes.

"Yeah, I know they had them at the brunch, but here they'll be fresher, okay?" Duke shook his head. "How many pancakes can you even eat, man?"

[havens_finest_ass]

They'd had a fight. They had a make-outup session, a cycle that had happened so often through their lives it had eroded permanent wheel marks through their relationship.

"I like pancakes," Nathan said, a smile taking the edge off that defensiveness, "And I could eat a few. Are you joining me in pancakes or are you going to have some sort of.. frittata.. thing.. ?" Watching Duke cook had been an experience. He was good at it. He was kind of a food snob, and that was a little new. Nathan was mostly bemused by it.

[betterthanaplan]

Hey, he was a grown-up now. He got to have standards.

"Had a frittata yesterday. And no offense to our esteemed cook here, but I'm pretty sure diner food isn't going to be on quite the same level as Hannibal's." He shrugged. "Pancakes sound good. I mean, they're not waffles, but still. . . ."

[havens_finest_ass]

Nathan shook his head and snorted. "Waffles are not superior to pancakes. Pancakes are good. Waffles are.. crunchy." He took a seat and gave a polite nod to the guy who was totally not Duke's brother. But could be.

"Kanan. Morning. Could I get some blueberry pancakes and a coffee, please? And whatever Duke's having, once he's made up his mind? Get him a coffee too, please?"

If only because yes, he was petty enough to make Duke have diner coffee.

Nathan, however, hadn't met Luke's coffee yet. He was in for a pleasant surprise.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan chuckled a little, even while he reached for the coffee mugs.

"Two coffees, blueberry pancakes, and whatever Duke wants," he said, pouring the two mugs and sliding them across the counter toward them. "I think that can be arranged. You want anything to go in that coffee?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Irish cream?" Duke asked. He could pretend it was alcoholic. "And I'm thinking . . . an omelet. With spinach and goat cheese." He shot Nathan a smug look. "You know, since you all aren't serving waffles."

It was possible that Duke owned a waffle iron in direct response to Nathan's epic love affair with pancakes, yes.

[uncertain_dume]

"Irish cream," Kanan echoed, grabbing a caddy of coffee fixins and setting it on the counter between them. "Sure. I'll grab that for you, too. And one omelet with spinach and goat cheese, sure."

Waffles were off limits today. Sorry, Duke.

"Is that everything? Bacon or sausages on the side?"

[havens_finest_ass]

Nathan was returning a bland version of Cop Face in return for that smug look. Mostly because he was trying not to smile. Leave it to Duke to order something like that from a diner.

"I'm good with just pancakes and coffee," Nathan said, "The health freak beside me might want something else."

He spared a moment to look back and forth between the two men again and gave a small shake of his head.

[minute_miracle]

Dani went to Luke's after her shopping trip with Sparkle. Her new outfit was not exactly like but certainly an homage to Kanan's. Her hair was even back in a fairly severe low ponytail. She took a seat at the counter and unleashed her dimples at him. "Good morning. Could I get a cup of caf, please?"

Sparkle had told her Kanan didn't seem to get visitors.

So she was going to be a visitor for him.

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"It'll take a minute to brew, but I bring some in for myself; that can be arranged," Kanan said, sounding maybe a touch distracted as he blinked at her.

Well. Now she had his nose and his clothing, which was definitely one hell of a head trip.

"Is caf your usual order?"

Look, he'd seen her with Sparkle and Hernando, and then later on with Kaidan, but he had no idea who she was or where she was from. Probably not home. Her fashion even now was still too Earth-standard for that. But still.

[minute_miracle]

Dani nodded firmly and then said, "Coffee just doesn't taste the same."

She took a little pity on him. "Sparkle said you didn't have a visitor this weekend. I'm visiting my two boys, adding one more is easy." There went the dimples again, "I came all this way, after all."

A beat.

"From the.. space lanes."

[uncertain_dume]

The slow headtilt that Kanan was doing at this meant he was doing a fairly good approximation of a confused dog, now.

"Hyperspace lanes," he offered. And then reached a hand up to scratch awkwardly at the back of his neck. His hair was juuuust long enough that he could pull it back without looking too stupid now, which saved him from just running his hand through it flat-out. "You'll have to forgive me, this might take a minute to wrap my head around."

Since any time Kanan Jarrus got a visitor, they'd already been dead for years. Now he had one - sort of - and they'd never even met before.

[minute_miracle]

"Hyperspace lanes," Dani corrected. "Have you been on this world long? Everything's so different here." She lifted her chin toward the board. "They call them pancakes?"

Another moment of dimpling at him and she held out a hand, "Hi. I'm Dani."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a small, amused huff at the 'pancakes' comment. She must've had quite the chat about his galaxy with... probably Sparkle.

"Kanan," he said, holding out a hand to shake. "Kanan Jarrus, though I suppose you already knew as much. And," he jerked his other thumb back toward the specials board, "the pancakes aren't too different from flatcakes, at least. The ingredients are different, the end result is similar enough to pass muster, if you're looking for food."

[minute_miracle]

She had. Sparkle had just as big a gooshy heart and sense of mischief as she did, after all.

She shook his hand. "It's still nice to meet you even though I knew your name," Dani dimpled at him again. She glanced back to the board and then asked curiously, "Could I get a proper flatcake?"

She'd never had a flatcake before.

"Or are they as hard to come by as a decent cup of caf?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a soft laugh at that.

"A proper flatcake could probably be arranged," he admitted. "Maybe not right here, though. For all we get some strange things in the freezer there, most of the kitchen stock tends to be Earth standard."

Even the caf he'd be brewing was his own stash, after all.

"That said, I do have the ingredients at home. Flatcakes, blue milk, nerf steaks, a few fruits. All the weird space food you never knew you wanted to try. Hera and I stock up whenever we get to go back home."