Chilly Boulder, Thursday Afternoon
Since the weather was starting to go from 'why the hell does this planet have places that get cold after teasing you with nice temperate climates' back into 'it is once again possible to go outside without regretting not putting on extra layers,' Kanan was taking it upon himself to... well... treat himself. Presumably for surviving another semester on this backrocket planet.
With ice cream.
Was it ice cream weather yet? No. Not exactly. But that wasn't about to stop him. He'd made his way to the Chilly Boulder, and ordered far too many scoops of 'that blue one, I don't care what flavor it is, blue's the most normal-looking one you have,' and now he was sitting outside, with his too-much-blue-ice-cream, watching his dog playfully mangle the rope toy that he'd brought along.
He was pretty sure this was the sort of thing people talked about when they mentioned living a normal life. And, hell, he had to grudgingly admit that it wasn't even half bad. Even if he had no clue what the hell the blue ice cream on Earth was meant to taste like.
[OOC: Open! Had to get my Jedi out and about today, for some reason or other.]
With ice cream.
Was it ice cream weather yet? No. Not exactly. But that wasn't about to stop him. He'd made his way to the Chilly Boulder, and ordered far too many scoops of 'that blue one, I don't care what flavor it is, blue's the most normal-looking one you have,' and now he was sitting outside, with his too-much-blue-ice-cream, watching his dog playfully mangle the rope toy that he'd brought along.
He was pretty sure this was the sort of thing people talked about when they mentioned living a normal life. And, hell, he had to grudgingly admit that it wasn't even half bad. Even if he had no clue what the hell the blue ice cream on Earth was meant to taste like.
[OOC: Open! Had to get my Jedi out and about today, for some reason or other.]