Luke's, Sunday
Kanan had put some serious consideration into just not coming in to work today. The fact that he was clearly not the only person on the island who had been afflicted with a serious case of body dysphoria this weekend was basically the only reason he was sucking it up and heading in for his shift at Luke's.
Back in his own galaxy, what with being on the run and all, being in the completely wrong body might almost be a blessing in disguise. Here it was disturbing and inconvenient. And he had to wear Hera's clothes, which fit him just nearly enough to still annoy him whenever they pulled oddly or squished at something they weren't supposed to. And mostly he just wanted to stay at home and wrestle with his dog until this went away.
Instead, he figured he'd do the next best thing:
Today's Specials:
Desserts.
Any and all desserts.
And if the cook decided to put his time into making pancakes instead of brownies or something fruity and with entirely too much whipped cream on it, Kanan was going to knock the damn stack of pancakes over on top of him personally.
[OOC: OCD is for people less lazy than I am, but so totally open.]
Back in his own galaxy, what with being on the run and all, being in the completely wrong body might almost be a blessing in disguise. Here it was disturbing and inconvenient. And he had to wear Hera's clothes, which fit him just nearly enough to still annoy him whenever they pulled oddly or squished at something they weren't supposed to. And mostly he just wanted to stay at home and wrestle with his dog until this went away.
Instead, he figured he'd do the next best thing:
Today's Specials:
Desserts.
Any and all desserts.
And if the cook decided to put his time into making pancakes instead of brownies or something fruity and with entirely too much whipped cream on it, Kanan was going to knock the damn stack of pancakes over on top of him personally.
[OOC: OCD is for people less lazy than I am, but so totally open.]