MCA #3, Saturday Morning

[uncertain_dume]

Once again, Kanan came through the portal back to Fandom with a squirming, excited Stance in his arms. And while Stance was happy just to be back to familiar turf, Kanan was thrilled to be back on the island and pulling in deep breaths of air without regret.

So, the walk back to the apartment had been nice. The growing feeling of... something... like a storm in his senses just building pressure? He could have done without that.

Finding the door to his apartment already unlocked, and stepping into the kitchen to see a young half-Twi'lek girl trying to stand up on her toes, delivering bossy instructions from just behind a slightly older half-Twi'lek boy while he attempted to fry a couple of eggs?

"These things don't even surprise me anymore," he muttered to nobody in particular, just in time for Anan to spin on her heel, give a delighted squee, and come barreling toward the kitchen doorway in order to wrap her little arms around--

"Stance!"

Yep. Nothing surprised him anymore at all.

[OOC: For Hera, and any visitors who might want to pop by!]

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[futurespacemom]

Hera herself was relieved to step off the Ghost and not get hit with all the whatever of the last week.

She got back to the apartment in time to see Kanan...well, Stance...get attacked by Anan, while Jacen looked on a bit more warily.

She blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Both of you!?"

[what_dad_was_like]

"It's not like we planned this," Jacen complained, attempting and failing to flip an egg with a spatula without breaking the yolk. "I don't even know this kid."

He glanced at Hera, and then Kanan, and then Anan, the little force of nature he'd mostly just started calling 'Boss' since she'd come crashing in on him here.

"Eesh."

[what_dad_was_like]

Anan stuck her tongue out at him. "That's because you're dumb and mean."

"Anan!" Hera frowned at her.

Anan rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she said, only sounding half-sincere.

[what_dad_was_like]

"I'm making you breakfast, aren't I? It's still not too late for me to spit in it," Jacen countered.

"Jacen," Kanan said, giving him a frown of his own.

"Well, it isn't," Jacen muttered.

[futurespacemom]

"Nobody's spitting in anyone's breakfast," Hera said firmly. "Thank you for making it, Jacen."

She sighed. "You're each apparently...somehow...our children. From...somewhere. Please be nice to each other."

[uncertain_dume]

"For us," Kanan agreed, grimacing. "So that we don't both go completely cracked, here."

Jacen gave the long-suffering sigh of a kid who didn't usually (ever) have to deal with someone younger than him.

"Fine."

[what_dad_was_like]

Anan eyed Jacen suspiciously. "Okay. If you say so."

[futurespacemom]

"We do," Hera said firmly, giving Kanan a helpless look. "Thank you."

[what_dad_was_like]

"It's easy enough to do," Jacen replied, shrugging a little. "I mean, I grew up with Chopper around, anyone's easy to get along with after that, right?"

He sounded fond, words aside. Chop was the best, okay?