MCA #3, Wednesday Afternoon

[uncertain_dume]

Funny thing, Kanan hadn't been by the scrapyard since Saturday. That Saturday. Where he'd been marched there with a death sentence hanging over his head. Which wasn't because he was traumatized by the whole thing. Honest. He was fine. He was completely fine. He'd never been so fine in his whole life.

You could tell he was fine because he kept forcing himself to go out and socialize and do all the things that fine people did! All week so far, even!

...

But today his get up and go had kind of gotten up and went. So he was calling a 'stay home' day. Maybe he'd ask Chop to walk Stance for him. After all, it was finally safe to and the poor pup had been cooped up all summer. He just sort of wanted to hang out in the living room today. Maybe order delivery. See if there was anything good on TV.

Be fine.

[OOC: For she who also lives here, but open for calls/visits!]

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[futurespacemom]

"Why do you think I ambushed you?" Hera asked wryly. "Which I'm a little sorry for, but it seemed like you were going to go on forever and never say anything."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan gave a wry chuckle at that.

"Next time, just poke me and ask what's wrong, huh?"

Never let it be said that Hera Syndulla did anything by half measures.

[futurespacemom]

"I can try," Hera said.

"I have jogan tart for you, if that helps."

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan exhaled a soft laugh.

"Bribing me with pastries, huh?" A beat. "That always helps."

It was hard to say no to jogan tart.

[futurespacemom]

"Well, it was supposed to be celebrating the end of class, but I'm not above using it for a bribe," Hera admitted.

[uncertain_dume]

"Celebrating works, too," Kanan mused, smiling crookedly. "At this rate, it might as well just be a celebration for surviving the summer."

And really, if the island ever started pulling a weekly travel routine again, he was moving. Where? Didn't matter. Away. Far, far away.

[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded. "So, jogan tart and proper blue milk?"

[uncertain_dume]

"Just the way nature intended," Kanan agreed.

It'd be a little bit of familiar.

He kind of needed that, today.

[futurespacemom]

Hera wavered for a moment, then dropped a kiss on the top of Kanan's head. "Right. You wait here, I'll get the food." She extracted herself and hurried to the kitchen. "Maybe find something mindless on holo?"

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan bit his lip a little in response to that, watching her go and calling after her, "Mindless on holo. Right. Maybe some space battle or something."

Get her mind off of her worry for him by making her angry at the terrible piloting instead! Genius!

[futurespacemom]

He could hold her back while she yelled at the idiots! A perfect day in!

She rolled her eyes, but got out the tart and a couple forks and poured some milk, then brought it all back in.

"So, happy surviving. Some other survivors wanted to thank us, and since I wouldn't take money, they gave me a few of these."

[uncertain_dume]

"And after a certain point, turning down thank-you gifts is just rude," Kanan replied with a small laugh. "... I'll be the first to admit that I would've taken the tarts, too."

Because tarts. Because jogan fruit.

Kinda his favorite.

[futurespacemom]

Hera smiled and clinked her fork against his. "First bite goes to the victor, then."