uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Thursday Evening

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MCA #3, Thursday Evening

It was just supper.

You know. Like always, because Kanan did the cooking in this... apartment. Because it wasn't a relationship. It had been made clear that it wasn't going to be a relationship until the state of the galaxy was much improved, and Kanan respected that.

So it was just supper.

With chocolate for dessert. Chocolate that was far too bitter and far too hot for Kanan to eat without being sent into major gastronomic distress, so really, it was dessert for Hera, and Kanan would be perfectly happy with fruit salad, and he wasn't at all overthinking this, or kind of freaking out that she'd gotten him a dozen roses with a beautiful note or that Summer had upstaged him again with the damn prank flowers, he was fine about that, really. And the other flowers (and the one tiny trebuchet that had him laughing hopelessly for a good ten minutes) that had come to the apartment were okay. If he set them all around the living room then it was clearly putting everyone else's gifts on display because they were thoughtful and lovely and not even a little bit because they were atmospheric.

And he was hoping that, you know, maybe Hera wouldn't get the wrong idea from the fact that he'd clearly gone home to shop for that mynock and all the spices to go with. He'd clearly already just been in the neighborhood; he'd gotten nerf for himself too, see? Which he'd totally been planning on doing all along and hadn't just done because Jack had told him to after he'd almost killed himself with spiced chocolate.

Because, you know. It was just supper. Because Kanan did the cooking in this apartment.

[OOC: For the captain!]

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Hera came back from the scrapyard, stepped into the apartment, and took a moment to just smell.

"That smells amazing. Wait, are you making mynock?"

"Making, no," Kanan replied, peering out from the kitchen with a crooked smile on his face. "It's already made. And, uh, nerf for me."

Because the point of this meal was that it be enjoyed. And watching him make faces eating mynock meat might or might not be enjoyable, but possibly not in the way he was aiming for, here.

"Did some shopping yesterday," he added, totally casually. "And thought, why not?"

You know. Spontaneously in that way where 'spontaneous' was synonymous with 'absolutely obsessed over for weeks.'

Hera smiled back. "Why not?"

She wasn't fooled, Kanan, but it was sweet.

"It smells wonderful. You sure you don't want some?" she teased.

Kanan broke into a little laugh at that, ducking his head and holding up his hands in surrender.

"Oh no, noooo thanks. The mynock is all yours. I've had enough food-related adventures this week already."

...

"Which I'll tell you all about over dessert later. You can laugh at me, it'll be great."

Look, once she realized that she couldn't get top-ups of her insanely spicy extra bitter chocolate bars and cocoa mix on the island or, uh, in this country, she'd probably figure it out anyway. Hera wasn't stupid.

"Oh?" Hera grinned. "I can't wait."

She hesitated for a second. "Should I do anything?" She hadn't really planned for this.

Kanan smiled crookedly and shook his head.

"Take a seat, enjoy dinner," he offered. "Unless there's something you want to do. But... I mean. It's food."

You know. Because no pressure, right? He was really, really trying to aim for no pressure, here.

"I'm better off leaving the food to you," Hera said with a smile. She could sit.

Okay, a little uncertainly, but she could sit.

"Well, that's good," Kanan replied, "because if there's anything for you to do right now, I haven't done this right at all."

Yeah. Totally subtle there, Jarrus.

"Here, I'll... I'll just go and get the food, huh?"

Yeah, dinner worked best that way.

"Okay." Dinner definitely worked best with food.

"Want me to get Cokes or something?"

She wasn't good at sitting still, okay?

Kanan blinked, and then laughed a little, maybe a touch sheepishly.

"Sure, if you want. You can get the drinks, or help me carry the food to the table..."

Spoiling Hera rotten was harder when Hera was almost as bad at sitting still as he was.

Hera got up to get the drinks, relieved to be doing something.

"Is this what that trip was about - food from home?" she asked.

"Partly, yeah," Kanan confessed, smiling crookedly. "There are some quality vendors in the marketplace in Kothal. No meilooruns, of course, but Summer stocks those here anyway."

... Of course, they hadn't just gone to Kothal, but that was the one he was going to admit to. So far.

"Most of the flowers are her again?" Hera asked with a grin. Summer was fun.

"Yeah," Kanan replied, rolling his eyes and smirking a little. "Five dozen of them. Summer's a menace."

She'd one-upped his attempt to shower her in flowers this year as revenge for last year. By two dozen.

"She likes to drive you crazy," Hera said. She got the Coke and a couple of glasses and brought them back to the table. "If you don't want her to do it, all you have to do is tell her to stop."

Which you wouldn't do, because you secretly adored the teasing, admit it, Kanan.

"I could," Kanan agreed. "Or next year I can send Stance into her shop dragging an entire hovercart loaded down with flowers."

Disasters. They were both disasters.

"Or that," Hera agreed, grinning.

"I guess we'll see what the next year brings," Kanan added, finishing plating up the mynock for Hera and his own nerf and balancing a few side dishes in the crook of his arm before heading out to set it all on the table. "I might have other plans by then."

Considering what he'd gone through for chocolate, he might not survive the lead-in to Valentine's next year.

"True." Hera waited for the food, trying not to offer to help. She knew he could carry it all, it just looked awkward. "A year can change a lot."

"A year can change a lot," Kanan echoed. And then he breathed out a little laugh. "Isn't that true enough."

He set his plate down at his spot, hers down in front of her, and then set out the sides on the table between them.

And then he looked at the cooking and added, "Un, enjoy."

... Awkwardly.

He was terrible at this, Hera.

"Thank you." Hera picked up her fork, hesitated for a moment, then dug in.

It was wonderful. She closed her eyes in happiness.

And Kanan... was going to try not to be obvious about how he was quietly watching her hopefully.

He wasn't even remotely subtle about it once he ducked his head and smiled. Smiled a lot, in fact. Had he gone a little over the top? Sure.

Worth it.

Hera opened her eyes, caught that look and laughed. "Okay, yes, it's wonderful. Thank you."

And now Kanan was blushing! Excellent. He needed that today, clearly.

... Kind of actually did.

It was so damn nice to know that she liked it. Appreciated it.

"Just wait until dessert," he replied, smiling crookedly.

... He really hoped she liked dessert. He'd almost died getting it just right.

"Oh?" Hera asked. "Is it as good as this?"

If Kanan had done it, she was sure it would be, but she was pretty happy right now.

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