uncertain_dume | The Roof of the MCA and Beyond, Monday

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The Roof of the MCA and Beyond, Monday

Okay, so... that had definitely been A Weekend. Doing tea with Sith Lords, having to face the fact that Summer was leaving for his own damn off-limits homeworld tomorrow and there wasn't a thing he could do for her if it all went sideways. Not having any guests of his own...

... Even if Sparkle and Hernando's guest had really given it her best attempt.

He had a lot to chew on. He was antsy. And antsy meant...

Well. He could think of someone else from home who probably hadn't had a visitor, which was why he was shooting Sabine a text:

Supply run day again. You in?

And then he was heading to the usual place, leaning back against the side of his ship with his arms crossed over his chest. Just waiting.

[OOC: For Sabine!]

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Sabine tended to be scarce over Parents Weekend. She knew she wasn't getting visitors, she didn't want to see other people with theirs, she didn't want to have to answer awkward questions, so she spent the weekend in her warehouse or painting up her room.

She was really just relieved to get the text, and headed out pretty much right away.

"This is the best way to spend a Monday, in my opinion," she greeted him.

"I'm with you there," Kanan agreed, giving her a nod, already starting to haul himself up toward the cockpit of his ship. "We can even let you clock more flight time, if you're feeling up to it."

Because hey, might as well kick Dad Mode up another notch or three, right?

"How goes it, Sabine?"

"Nothing new to report," she said, which was technically true, and she climbed in after him. "What about you?"

"More or less the same," Kanan agreed. "A close friend is leaving tomorrow, that'll be... weird."

It was going to mess with his head for a long, long time.

"But besides that, same old."

He probably hadn't wound up with a second Sith penpal, anyway.

"You want to do the checks and take her up?" He hadn't thrown himself into it just yet, after all.

"On it," she said, starting checks. "Is that Summer? She had me work on her ship before she'd set a date."

It was obnoxious and amazing now.

"Yeah, that's Summer," Kanan agreed. "Off to spy on the Empire via a Jello restaurant." A pause. "A Jello and coffee restaurant now, I guess. She's upgraded her business model."

A week ago!

Sabine actually paused in what she was doing.

"Jello and coffee?"

"Lattes specifically, I guess," Kanan amended. "She said she was going to miss them, and between us we figured she could probably fake it with caf and milk from home, so she's going to give it a try."

He tilted his head a little.

"Honestly, I'm mostly just sorry I won't be able to witness this in person.

"She's going to have to get some kind of delivery system going so we can try this," Sabine said, shaking it off and going back to buttons and switches. "I'm curious."

"It shouldn't be too hard with the portals, right?" Kanan looked hopeful. "I mean, with portals she could be here every other Sunday for pancakes at the diner, if she wanted."

It didn't work that way, especially if she was trying to keep the Empire from noticing anything strange, and he knew it.

But... wishful thinking.

"I'm sure it'd work sometimes," Sabine shrugged, starting liftoff. "Every week might be a lot but it's a good enough excuse. And once in a while isn't a habit, so if she had to come back for some reason people wouldn't notice as much."

"Especially if she manages to find someone reliable to cover business while she's away," Kanan agreed.

And frowned faintly. "Very reliable."

Because spying, and all.

"Yeah," she said. "Not sure how that's gonna go."

"She intends to have actual staff," Kanan said, shaking his head. "We joked about sending the Luke's staff with her yesterday, but in hindsight that's looking like a better idea the more I think about it."

He was fretting again.

It was kind of what he did, these days.

"It might not be terrible," Sabine allowed. "She'll be okay, though."

"She'll be fine," Kanan agreed. "Plenty of people live on Coruscant and they're fine. This is fine."

Kanan was not fine with this, folks.

"Okay but when I say that, I mean it," Sabine said.

"And if I say it enough, maybe I'll even forget to not mean it, eventually," Kanan attempted.

Hey, it was a nice thought.

"It's nice that you care, at least," Sabine said with a shrug.

"Well, she's one of my best friends," Kanan replied, shrugging back. "If anything happens to her because she was on Coruscant eavesdropping on Imperials she wouldn't have ever learned about if it wasn't for me..."

He just sighed and shrugged.

"I'd probably go running in to help. People are going to have to sit on me to keep that from happening."

Because, you know, he'd get dead. Fast.

"If something like that happened, it's not because of you. She knows the risks," Sabine pointed out. "And you've got some time before you even have to worry about that anyway. She hadn't even set anything up yet."

"She owns property," Kanan said. "On Coruscant."

He sighed and shook his head, slouching down in the other seat.

"But she's got this, I know. Hell, she's pulled my behind out of the fire more than once. I know she's got this."

"Exactly," Sabine said.

He might not appreciate the obviousness of the ship, come to think of it.

Would it make you feel better to talk about something else?"

"Maybe," Kanan allowed. "It might get my mind off of it for a while, anyway. What's on the shopping list for this week?"

"Topping off some ingredients," she replied. "I still haven't gotten my stuff off the Ghost, so I'm keeping it small for now."

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