uncertain_dume | Onoam, The GFFA, Sunday Evening Fandom Time

"Against my better judgment, we're going Mid Rim tonight," Kanan announced, leading Summer away from where he'd landed the Escape, in a grassy field not far from a somewhat affluent city center on one of Naboo's moons. "You want a place with connections, here is where you go to get connections."

He glanced up at the pinkish sky and smiled crookedly as he walked. The cantina in question was only a few minutes away, on the city's outskirts, which was also a point in its favor.

"Pretty place, if you like grass, I suppose." He cast a glance Summer's way. "The people in the city around here have money, we're not too likely to fall into too much trouble in this cantina, but a lot of the industry here comes from miners from just out of town. Even odds we're walking into their watering hole, and if it's after hours today you'll likely meet some of the local... flavor."

Really, after-hours with a mining crew were some of the best hours Kanan had ever spent in his life. This was going to be a treat either way.

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"We good," Kanan echoed, bemused. "And I'm not surprised, just... impressed. I'm a really, really bad benchmark for how much thought is a reasonable amount of thought to put into things before walking into a strange cantina, maybe."

"Don't worry," Summer said, smiling sweetly at him, with an innocent batting of her eyes, "I've seen worse. Lucky for us both, I'm pretty good at learning from other people's mistakes."

Aaaaaand quite a few of her own, yes, but it's not like she was going to mention those.

"Oh, if we spend enough time in this cantina, I'm sure you'll hear about more than a few of my mistakes," Kanan chuckled, shaking his head. "I've got almost ten years of terrible cantina decisions to act as cautionary tales, after all."

"Ooooh, maybe I'll get to witness one!" Summer sounded way too excited about that. "And have to get you out of it. Aw, man, I knew I should have maybe worn a more fashionable top. Sorry if you wind up crushed by a giant rock because I went for comfort over couture this time, BDG."

Yes, her space adventures were weird. That wasn't even the weirdest thing about that one, either.

"I have a way with falling rocks," Kanan said, waving a hand at her vaguely. There was absolutely a story behind that one, too. He wasn't volunteering it unless she asked. "But now I know who to blame if they become a concern."

Said the guy who was seriously wearing the same shirt and armor combo he always did.

Like Summer ever really wore anything other than her pink tank top and white capris unless it was somehow relevant to the plot to be wearing something different.

"That sounds like a story I might have to pester you about later," she noted in likely expected sing-song.

"Sure," Kanan answered, a sort of troublemaker cheer slipping into his own voice in turn. "We can trade, you can tell me the squirrel story, too."

Somebody had listened to radio, yes.

"Ugggghhhh!" Summer threw up her hands and just barely restrained herself from balling one up and sending it into his arm. "Not you too! There is no squirrel story. Or, well, whatever there is of a squirrel story, you mostly know because it corresponds with your own cat story. I was a squirrel for a week! It happens all the time! It's not a big deal! You, of all people....!"

Kanan just held up his hands in a gesture of surrender and laughed.

"Hey, hey now. This is my revenge for the dunk tank," he protested. "I'm done, I'll stop now."

Probably.

"I don't believe that for a second," Summer accused. "You and Amaya both; did she put you up to that? I bet she did. I already made up for the dunk tank by feeding you, I didn't have to do that."

She totally would have anyway, because it was clearly the best thing ever, but that wasn't the point right now.

"Besides, everyone knows my squirrel story, it was all over radio. If there's anyone whose squirrel story that needs investigating, it's hers. I'm pretty sure hers didn't even happen on island."

Kanan would happily take ranting about the squirrel story if it meant he wasn't being asked about the boulder story while in his home reality. He smiled crookedly as they walked, glancing around as they started making their way between buildings instead of simply through the grass.

"Feeding me meant dinner and a show," he pointed out. "Never let it be said I'm not willing to work for my food."

"You did a great job, too," Summer admitted, her ire fleeing her just like that, with a faint grin, as her attention shifted a little now that the landscape was changing a bit more, trying to take note of what she could. "That was probably my favorite squirrel day, I think. We really do make a good team, you know, even when we're smol and furry."

"Just imagine what we're capable of when we're doing more than playing catch with sausages," Kanan chuckled, eyes skimming the signs they passed by, looking for the cantina. "One of these days, we'll get into some proper trouble."

Maybe not involving a giant skinless soul-sucking demon, next time.

"Hopefully not today, though," said Summer, who only slightly realized that, just by saying that, she'd only increased the possibility tenfold. "I want today to go really good. Really smooooth, you know?"

For a change.

She started searching a little herself, even if she didn't know exactly what she was looking for. How hard could it be? Probably bright lights, a lot of people and sounds, maybe music.

...music...

"Oh, hey," said Summer, sounding thoughtful for a moment, "what was the name of that style of music you really like, again?"

To her credit, she even managed to mostly keep a straight face.

Kanan sighed.

"You know what it's called, Summer."

It wasn't fair, dammit. He just wanted to listen to his jizz without remembering everyone's reaction to the name of it, and that was just no longer possible.

"Core drive."

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