Luke's, Sunday

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Kanan came into work today to find the Luke's staff all speculating about what kind of teen they had each turned into the weekend before. Naturally, his mere presence was enough to have them all zeroing in on him.Kanan stood there somewhat uncomfortably as they all threw around their suggestions

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[uncertain_dume]

The staff might guess at what you were last weekend. Unless you're already a teenager. And they might just guess at what you are now.

Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan is going to enjoy his pumpkin spice dessert. And maybe even express his thanks to Anakin later for the recommendation.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[electrocynic]

So, things after the picnic had been a little unexpectedly busy for Sarah. Complete with a sudden trip to London and all. So there hadn't been much time for drinks. Or anything more interesting than drinks, either.

But she was back now.

And Luke's happened to be along her route on a walk around town, so. Hey. Might as well drop by, when she spotted a familiar face.

"Pumpkin spice?" she drawled, in lieu of an actual greeting. "It's that time again?"

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[uncertain_dume]

Oh hey - Kanan knew that drawl, if vaguely. He glanced up from his dessert (Kanan was a fan of dessert and would shamelessly enjoy anything sweet or fruity if he had the opportunity, so sue him), and gave the owner of that familiar voice a smile and a nod.

"Apparently so. This is a seasonal thing?"

Look, when you had a whole galaxy to import food from, 'seasonal' didn't always matter so much.

Re: Talk to Kanan!

[electrocynic]

Sarah gave a snort. "More like a seasonal obsession, from what I can tell. Bloody yanks seem to love it. But not enough to have it all year 'round. Fuck knows why."

Please, Sarah, like you didn't understand seasonal things. (She just didn't understand pumpkin spice.)

OOC!

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