uncertain_dume | A Pub on the Mainland, Tuesday Evening

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A Pub on the Mainland, Tuesday Evening

Okay, so Kanan had gone from 'starting to speculate whether there were adult women on the island at all' to 'having plans with three of them all within the span of the same week' in roughly no time at all. Which suited him well enough, really. It was a distraction, and a welcome one, considering the fact that he was starting to get comfortable around the island, and comfortable, with Kanan, was generally a sign that it was time to move on. The plans, of course, weren't making him any less comfortable, but they were certainly doing wonders to keep him from getting bored.

That said, there was only so much that could be done around the island, so tonight's plans had involved a jaunt to the mainland, to a pub there that seemed to have passable drinks and food that actually, if you squinted closely, somewhat resembled food. Not that Kanan considered himself a pro on the topic just yet. It was just that people seemed to be eating it and keeping it down, which was more than he could say for the fare at some cantinas he'd visited in his lifetime.

"So," he said, glancing at his company for the evening. "Can I start you off with anything?"

[OOC: For that one who is willing to overlook Kanan's goatee!]

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Kanan prided himself on his ability to be a decent distraction.

"Or I could do that," he said agreeably. And then, because she was what was more or less in front of him right then, he said, "so, what do you get up to when you aren't busy running the town?"

"I drink," Tamsin said. She took another sip of said drink just to drive home the point. Relenting, she added, "I do what everyone around the island seems to do. Stay in, watch TV, occasionally show up to the Trooper Station because I miss my old job. Less paperwork."

Well, that got a raise of Kanan's eyebrows.

"You used to work with the troopers, huh? You're law enforcement, then?"

Not that this was a dealbreaker, but it was definitely an unexpected development. Somebody hadn't spent enough time around the island's troopers to really grasp how... them... they were.

"Yeppp," Tamsin said, letting that last p 'pop'. "Or I was. Now I'm the mayor. It was a nice break from a life of getting called in to help someone overcome their fear of lawn gnomes for like, five minutes."

"Their fear of what?" Kanan was just slightly bemused at that. He knew what a lawn was, at least. He could more or less piece the rest together with context from there. "What is it that the troopers at the station actually do, exactly?"

Kanan, if you'd been listening when Obi-Wan told you they weren't anything to worry about, you wouldn't be so surprised right now.

Tamsin shrugged. "Hang out at the trooper station, call each other stupid names, come up with weird-ass games - especially Ralph, he sucks - and sometimes people call us because they found a gremlin in their house, or they think one of the lawn gnomes is moving around."

Fandom was special like that.

It really, really was.

...

...

"I'm not entirely certain what kind of answer I was expecting," Kanan admitted. "But I know it wasn't that one."

Tamsin sipped her drink for a few moments, eyeing him over the glass. (She did it mostly for effect.)

"Fandom still hasn't broken you in yet, huh." Beat. "We do things weirder and stupider around here."

"After the place with rainbows, or the one that was cheese, I kind of figured the weirder bit," Kanan sighed, then took a mouthful of his drink. "The stupider part, I'm still getting used to."

Cecil was helping with that one.

No offense, Cecil.

"Well, when things aren't traumatising, they're pretty stupid," Tamsin said. "You stop taking anything at the station seriously after the first time you've seen Ralph and one of his identical buddies deal with an Alot of Feels."

Kanan was pretty sure there wasn't meant to be an extra 'an' in that sentence. He was pretty sure the 'an' was supposed to be there, in fact. So he squinted a little, trying to parse the rest.

Okay, no, he wasn't having any luck there.

"Sorry, with a what?"

This was going to be what started a whole bright future of never taking Stormtroopers seriously again. This conversation. Right here.

"An Alot of Feels," Tamsin said dryly. "You've seen those weird, fuzzy creatures that seem to be made up of like a million copies of the same thing? I know I've seen an Alot of Wood around the school once..."

"I've seen them around the forest," Kanan admitted, after a pause. "Never knew what they were called, and mostly when I saw them they seemed to be made of leaves."

Which wasn't even all that weird, really.

"What would an Alot of Feels even do?"

Or look like, for that matter?

"Cry," Tamsin said. "A lot. On people. Sob 'I've just got ALOT OF FEELS' in this weird, squeaky tone."

"Well, that's... disturbing." Kanan wasn't sure if there was a better word for it than that. "That doesn't happen often, does it?"

He was picturing those big bantha-looking things sobbing all over the troopers now, though. And trying not to smirk at the mental image.

"I think there's only the one Alot of Feels," Tamsin said, shrugging. She bit down on her celery stick again. "Until the next crisis."

"And the whole crisis thing happens fairly regularly?" Kanan had to check. "I missed the last one. I was a cat."

Which he also sounded a little weirded out about, admittedly. Fandom hadn't broken him yet.

"Once every few months," said Tamsin, who didn't even pause at 'I was a cat'. "But it's only September. I think we have a few months. Probably."

She reached out to knock on the bar after that, actually. Mostly sarcastically.

In Kanan's own defense, the weirdest part of Loth-cathood was having Cecil coo over him all week.

"So, I should be preparing for something? Probably?" He tilted his head as he crunched thoughtfully on his celery. "Or is it usually one of those things that you can't really brace yourself for?"

He'd had a few of those in his life already.

Tamsin shrugged. "Usually something invades," she said. "You can prepare for punching something, at least."

"That I can prepare for," Kanan agreed, easily. "Punching them, shooting them, just generally giving them a bad day..."

Preferably a worse day than they gave him.

"Keeps things from staying too boring."

"That's one way of putting it," Tamsin said, her upper lip curling up. "I have to pretend to be inspiring. And then when it's over, there's paperwork."

"And that... sounds significantly more boring," Kanan allowed, sounding apologetic. "And probably why I never decided to go into politics."

Sure. That was the reason.

"Trust me, I would've been happy staying a cop if the mayor's job hadn't literally been shoved on me," Tamsin sighed.

"This place isn't much for democracy, huh?"

It really wouldn't have occurred to Kanan that this was strange if it wasn't for all the hubbub going on about the election. It wasn't like he knew how they usually did things around here otherwise.

"And you can't just shove the job at somebody else and run?"

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