Luke's, Sunday
"What, no pancakes?"
All of the staff at Luke's looked around kind of awkwardly, refusing to make eye-contact with Kanan.
"What about waffles? Crepes? I have this killer recipe for Trandoshani flatcakes that I bet would go over great with the locals. I'll even run out for the ingredients."
Still nothing. After weeks of pancake hell, Kanan was slightly perplexed.
"Well, what do we have today?"
Today's Specials:
Cachapas
They're Like Pancakes, But Less Likely to Kill the Busboy
"I can live with that," Kanan decided.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free because ahahaha I'm running late on Sunday in general.]
All of the staff at Luke's looked around kind of awkwardly, refusing to make eye-contact with Kanan.
"What about waffles? Crepes? I have this killer recipe for Trandoshani flatcakes that I bet would go over great with the locals. I'll even run out for the ingredients."
Still nothing. After weeks of pancake hell, Kanan was slightly perplexed.
"Well, what do we have today?"
Today's Specials:
Cachapas
They're Like Pancakes, But Less Likely to Kill the Busboy
"I can live with that," Kanan decided.
[OOC: Open! OCD-free because ahahaha I'm running late on Sunday in general.]