Luke's, Sunday
Kanan was quiet today at work. Really, really quiet. The bruises from the various explosions and beatings he'd taken through the week had started to fade to colors that humans just straight-up should never be, and hurts were settling into aches, meaning he was moving around the diner a little more stiffly than usual. Which meant, in turn, that when the inevitable unsteady stack of Sunday pancakes fell on the busboy, he wasn't there to bail him out, this time. It took twenty minutes and the efforts of the cook and the dishwasher both to extract him.
Kanan just gave a raised eyebrow and a shrug every time the guy gave him that wide-eyed betrayed look for the rest of the day. It wasn't like he hadn't been warned to keep back, after all.
Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancake Sunday! A towering plate of pancakes with your toppings of choice!
Besides, if he thought pancakes were bad, he could try having a mine shaft collapse on him sometime.
[OOC: Open!]
Kanan just gave a raised eyebrow and a shrug every time the guy gave him that wide-eyed betrayed look for the rest of the day. It wasn't like he hadn't been warned to keep back, after all.
Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Pancake Sunday! A towering plate of pancakes with your toppings of choice!
Besides, if he thought pancakes were bad, he could try having a mine shaft collapse on him sometime.
[OOC: Open!]