Luke's, Sunday
Kanan was looking maybe the faintest bit dazed as he walked into Luke's today with a little half-twi'lek girl in tow. 'Having a kid' was something that had never, ever been on his agenda. In fact, it had been basically at the very top of his 'what not to do' list, especially considering the state of the galaxy these days and the chance that any kid of his might also be Force-sensitive.
But here he was.
With a kid.
So, when he looked into the kitchen to see the usual Sunday Pancake Nightmare, all he really had in him was a stern finger pointed at the staff, and a terse, "If any of those stacks falls on my daughter, you had better hope you can run faster scared than I can homicidal."
There was a moment's pause, and then, like magic, the staff started rearranging the pancake stacks to be a little less precarious.
But here he was.
With a kid.
So, when he looked into the kitchen to see the usual Sunday Pancake Nightmare, all he really had in him was a stern finger pointed at the staff, and a terse, "If any of those stacks falls on my daughter, you had better hope you can run faster scared than I can homicidal."
There was a moment's pause, and then, like magic, the staff started rearranging the pancake stacks to be a little less precarious.