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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[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."