uncertain_dume | Milliways, Sunday Evening

Kanan was actually getting used to living on the island and getting his fill of excitement by leaving to explore whatever was on the other side of the Causeway, and he couldn't help but be curious of the place with the spaceport lot that went on for damn near forever. It had taken him a little bit longer before he realized that the bill for the restaurant was already handled. And, well, when he came to that realization, there wasn't anything keeping him from visiting to have himself a meal on the school's tab, was there? So, over he went, curious but relieved to see another stopover where the locals were more diverse than just humans. A place with very little sentient non-human life just struck him as wrong.

It kind of freaked him out a little.

... Not as much as the conversation with the main course did, though. He was actually looking a little green by the time they wheeled the somewhat dejected creature away from the table. There had been a salad on the menu. Kanan was going to stick with that. It would be a while longer before he managed to pick something to drink, though. He was pretty sure they were using the other two volumes of the wine list to bludgeon somebody's casserole to death in the back room or something.

[OOC: I can't resist a good gnab gib. Open if you're wandering about at the end of the universe! NFB for off-islandness, though.]

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Yeah. That was... a thing. A thing that was happening.

So, Wash was pretty darn glad he'd stuck with the MJOLNIR armor for his little trip to check out this place. He was fully expecting to have someone attempt to put him on the menu at any given time. "Kanan?"

Tip hadn't actually done any exploring beyond the island just yet, just trying to get used to being in a whole other world before she went out and explored the rest of the universe.

She was a little startled by the sheer diversity of the clientele of the restaurant at the end of the causeway. There was a lot of wide eyed staring that attempted to pretend it wasn't wide eyed staring as she made her way towards the bar. Then Bill jumped up off her head and spouted excited bubbles.

"Oh great," said a Boov a few tables away. "I thought we came here to get away from advertising."

Tip caught Bill sheepishly and tried to surreptitiously watch the Boov. And walked right into Kanan's table, knocking herself on her ass.

"Oof."

Now there was a familiar voice. No familiar face to be seen, mind. Kanan found himself blinking up at a suit of armor, instead.

"Uh." Squint. "... Agent Washington, is that you in there?"

You were so lucky your armor was pretty distinct, Wash. Kanan didn't generally trust a person wearing a bucket.

"Whoa, there," Kanan was on his feet before Tip's behind had even hit the floor, holding out a hand to help her up again. He probably could have caught her, all told, but that would have been a feat that was a little more superhuman than he cared to pull off in plain view, these days. "You okay?"

The place was maaaaybe just a little bit distracting. Kanan understood.

"Don't I look the same." Wash, being sarcastic helped nothing at all.

"Oh, yeah," Kanan snorted, vaguely amused. "If I squint and lean in uncomfortably close to that headgear you're sporting, I might even kick myself for not knowing you at a glance."

He meant that lovingly, Wash.

"Not taking any risks over your dinner, are you?"

"Fine!" Tip said. "Just fine!" She was blushing furiously. Bill, having escaped her grip when she fell, circled worriedly above her head while she accepted the hand up. "I'm normally much better at watching where I'm going."

"Better safe than sorry." Also, the HALO animated models couldn't remove their weapons, okay? Just couldn't.

He was also eyeing one of the nearest table's dinner. Which was difficult to tell with the helmet and all, but still. It was what he was doing.

"Something tells me that this place brings out anything but the usual in anybody," Kanan replied with a chuckle as he pulled her up to her feet. "I just had a conversation with a creature that really wanted to be the main course, and I only wish that was some kind of euphemism."

Just not euphemism with the actual cow. Thanks.

Hey, sometimes you had to show that you were unarmed by throwing your weapon to the ground in order to carry a smaller, less threatening weapon. That was basically how it worked everywhere, right?

"Can you even eat in that thing? Or were you here to take in the sights more than for the food itself?"

"Gross," Tip said, more out of habit than disgust at the implied euphemism. "Wait, it wanted you to eat it?" That was . . . weird. Even for an entire restaurant chock full of weird.

Totally was! And somehow have a sniper rifle hidden on your person.

"Can I? Yes. Will I? Starting to doubt it here."

"The main course spoke to me," Kanan shared. Just in case Wash needed any more help making up its mind. "I decided to stick with the salad. Salad seems safe. If it isn't at least mostly dead by the time it makes it to the table, I might just head back to the island and grab another burger."

Somehow, Mooby's seemed safer.

"Wow, that almost makes me think about going vegan." Almost. But not quite.

"It was telling me what all of its best cuts were, and how it had been readying itself to be as tender and juicy as possible," Kanan shared, looking a touch greenish again at the thought. "I have no damn clue why anyone would think that being introduced to the main course first would make it more appealing, but I guess it takes all types?"

"If this place manages to ruin dairy for me somehow before I'm done here tonight, I might have to burn it down behind me. For the good of the galaxy. Or something."

He still had no idea where they were relative to his own galaxy. But he would probably be doing this one a favor, right?

Tip was pondering going vegetarian. "I know some species eat animals they know don't feel pain," she said. "Maybe some like their meat from ones that can . . . actually consent to be eaten."

God that was weird.

"See, as far as I've ever been aware, most species that want to be eaten are parasitic," Kanan noted, ever so helpfully. "So I really don't trust anything that wants me to sample it with a glass of some kind of wine I can't even pronounce."

". . . Extra gross," Tip decided. "The salads don't talk, do they? No sentient space greens?"

"That's just overdramatic," Wash replied. "An EMP should shut it down, followed by a few well placed explosive devices."

WHICH WAS BETTER?

"I'm not sure yet," Kanan allowed, grimacing. "They didn't bring the salad out so that I could be on a first-name basis with it. But if it does say anything when it arrives, I'm out of here. I have a strict 'no eating sentients' rule."

"I don't have either of those things on me," Kanan replied, raising an eyebrow. "I have... a blaster. Fire's more convenient."

The lightsaber was back on the island in pieces. It was going to stay that way.

"But if you have explosives on you..."

They would probably have to re-think their brilliant plan once they noticed the whole 'destruction of the universe' thing going on outside.

Which was for the best as Wash was destined to be friends with just one guy with a magic laser sword.

"I might." He most certainly did. At all times.

"I'm in favor of that rule," Tip said. "I'm Gratuity, by the way. I think I've seen you around a little in Fandom."

Well, yeah. But Kanan's magic laser sword wasn't anything special. Beyond the magic laser parts, anyway.

"Huh. Getting dinner is much more serious business than I had thought," he mused, smirking just the slightest bit anyway. "Don't trust new places easily, do you?"

Considering the menu, Kanan really couldn't trust the guy, though.

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