MCA #3, Friday Afternoon

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Okay, so class today had Kanan kind of itching to handle a lightsaber. He wasn't going to. He really had nowhere even remotely private that he could do so without risking an excited dog getting underfoot, and even if the Force was with him (or whatever) he wasn't about to risk some sort of horrible lightsaber accident while training just because

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He might have hours to himself, but eventually Hera needed lunch, and stepped into the apartment blissfully unaware of any spatula antics.

She blinked.

"Is the food attacking now?"

She felt she needed to make sure.

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"Is the...?" Kanan tripped over his dog, concentration snapping, and damn near flung the spatula at Hera's face.

... He managed to not throw the spatula at Hera, at least. Stance yelped, then ran to hide in the bedroom.

Kanan took a moment to say a few choice words in Huttese, then facepalmed as he shoved the spatula behind his back.

"No. No, the food isn't attacking."

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"Good to know, since I'm planning on eating it." Hera rolled her eyes at him as she headed for the kitchen.

"You know, I've probably got something in the junkyard you could use," she offered casually. "Something..." closer to a lightsaber? "...more weapon-like."

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Wow. This was humiliating on at least three different levels.

"I mean, all I really need was a hilt," Kanan muttered, wondering what was worse; using a spatula, or trading it in for garbage. "It's not a big deal."

Except for how he wanted to crawl under his bed and die.

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"If you say so," Hera said. "But if you start hitting things with the spatula, you can't cook with it anymore."

She took some cold noodles out of the fridge and found a fork. "Might as well use something disposable."

And it was not - mostly - garbage, Kanan. Just discarded.

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"Well, hitting things wasn't really my intent, either," Kanan sighed, though he made his way into the kitchen to out the spatula away, at least. He was pretty much done, here. "It was mostly just..."

His hand finally left his face so that he could wave it around vaguely, instead.

"You know."

She did, so he could say it, because it wasn't some big secret around here, and at the end of the day he was the one being weird about it all.

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Hera nodded. "So wouldn't it make sense to have something better to do it with?"

It seemed logical to her, anyway.

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"Have you known me to make sense yet?" Kanan reached up into the cupboard for a cup, then held it under the faucet so he could get himself a drink of water.

...

He shut the faucet off a moment later and squinted at the cold, green fluid in his cup. And then just turned the whole thing upside-down in the sink and went to the fridge instead.

"Something better would be good," he said, deciding that he could only process one thing at a time right now, and green sludge from the taps was not going to be it. "I just need something that isn't going to cleave the furniture in two if I trip over the dog."

In true Jedi fashion. Really.

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Hera frowned and turned the faucet back on, pulling some of the...whatever into a cup to examine it.

And because she couldn't not, "Have you tried not tripping over the dog?"

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"Have you? Stance is bound and determined to be tripped on," Kanan muttered. "It doesn't matter how good you are, he's going to get underfoot."

He just wanted love!

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"So consider it a challenge," Hera said. "Do you have any idea what this is?" she held up the glass.

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"Green," Kanan offered. "And... I don't know. Thick. It looks kind of like some of the drinks that we serve at Luke's, but I've never seen them that color before."

He didn't trust it. It was weird enough that the milk here was white, but green milkshakes were crossing a line.

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Hera poured it out with a grimace. "Probably best not to trust it. So, you want to come down to the junkyard and pick something out, or want me to do it for you?"

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Kanan shrugged his shoulders a little, turning a glance toward the drawer with the spatula in it with maybe the slightest of disgusted looks on his face.

No wonder he'd survived this long. He was so bad at being a Jedi, nobody would ever guess, at this rate.

"I can come down," he sighed. "Get a better feel for size and balance, that way."

Of course, you really didn't have to worry so much about balance when you were just swinging around a length of pipe.

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Or Kanan could always use his lightsaber.

Not that Hera knew that.

"How's the spatula's balance?" she teased.

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Nope. No lightsaber. It was in two pieces for a reason, damn it.

Even if there was no need for it to be.

"Remarkably, just like a spatula," Kanan quipped. "Great if we're attacked by eggs, probably less useful if it's anything more intimidating than, say, burnt cheese."