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[uncertain_dume]

"This is Kanan. If I didn't pick up the comm, I probably don't want to talk to you. If you think you can change my mind, go on, leave a message."

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For delivery.

[spectre_alenko]

At some point after snowmen, Kaidan's gonna drop off the thing for Anakin.

A festive red and white striped gift bag contains jars of hair and bath products that look like they were made by an independent homecrafter. One jar contains a bergamot-scented honey-based hair conditioning mask. One contains orange-blossom scented bath salts with an attached tiny wooden scoop. A whipped Shea body butter scented with lemon verbena takes up third place. A few mint-flavored tubes of lip balm complete the gift portion. As packing material, crackers - the kind you pull, not the kind you eat - are tucked into each corner of the bag. When pulled, they contain the traditional small toy, terrible joke, paper hat, and if you're lucky a sugar mouse or peppermint pinwheel. The tag reads, "Happy Christmas, Master Skywalker"

Re: For delivery.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan just shook his head and smirked a little before digging out his keys and going to deliver the gift.

Ah, Christmas.

Christmas eve morning.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan had bribed some squirrels. On the morning of Christmas Eve, outside the door to your apartment are two packages. One is addressed to Kanan, one to Hera. There is no 'from' line.

Kanan's package contains a pair of fingerless leather gloves, done in dark brown, with armored plating sewn inside as both brass knuckles and armor for the back of the hand. The gloves are surprisingly light for something with armor inside. The fit would indicate that whoever bought them is familiar with the size of Kanan's hands.

Winter-Holiday Gift, Baby!

[hashtag_chocobro]

In true Prompto fashion, he'd waited until the last minute to drop off his Secret Santa present at MCA for Kanan to find, practically with one foot through the portal to Hyrule. It was, of course, awkwardly wrapped, because it was very awkwardly shaped, but he'd tried, dammit, and he thought he'd done a pretty good job, too, plopping a big red bow on it and everything.

Yeah, the note had said there might be a penalty for negatively received gifts, but Prompto was willing to take that penalty, because he thought his present was absolutely genius and hilarious and so totally worth it.

[biotic_psychotic]

Guess who's now getting memes on his phone.

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan, in turn, just kind of squinted at that meme, puzzling over it, and why Jack might have sent it, for a few minutes.

Before sending what felt like the most awkward thumbs-up emoji that had ever been used in the history of emojis.

He was bad at this, Jack.

[spectre_alenko]

Picture of ice cream and a spoon sitting on a crate.

[special_rabbit]

In the wee hours of the morning, even before the slew of flowers hit town, there would be a small package delivered to MCA #3, addressed to Kanan. Inside, he would find quite possibly the world's tiniest trebuchet, appearing to have been made for someone no bigger than four inches tall. And, of course, tied to it with a simple string, was a note:

"Ickle: A tiny trebuchet for your junk so you can finally throw some fucking rocks. XOXO, Jack"

[futurespacemom]

Kanan, come on down to the lobby, Summer and I are waiting on you so we can go hang out with the other teachers and not drink!

[uncertain_dume]

Kanan listened to the message, smiled wryly, and then flung Hera a text.

For the bar crawl? I might sit this one out, but you two have a great time. I'm trying to behave, and there are going to be a lot of bartenders I don't trust like I trust Kitty.

[futurespacemom]

Hera read the message and texted back. You can trust us, you know. But I understand. We'll see you later, then, okay?

[uncertain_dume]

Later. I'll make it up to you both another time.

He'd use this opportunity to make up for all the meditating he didn't have the time for earlier in the day, between bus rides and whales.

[thatwaslucky]

It was Friday, and Rey of course had to check in.

And Jakku was boring, so she was sending a picture of a dirty navigation console she'd worked on a couple weeks ago, with a little bit of sand peeking through the viewport's sightline.

[uncertain_dume]

Hey, Kanan would take it. He grinned a little, and then send a photo of Stance, romping merrily through some tall grass.

It was not Earth grass! Because SO HELP HIM, he was getting away from that damn pollen.

[thatwaslucky]

I think he has more fun than any of us, she sent back.

[uncertain_dume]

More fun than anyone I've ever seen, it's true. I have no idea what he's chasing.

If it was a Loth-cat, things would probably get interesting.

[thatwaslucky]

Where is this?

[uncertain_dume]

Lothal. Needed to get off the island for a few days, have a friend looking for a blaster, and I know a guy here.

Oh, Vizago would love this.

[thatwaslucky]

It's pretty. I like it.

Give it a few years.

[uncertain_dume]

It kind of is pretty. If I'm here long enough, I'll try to send you a photo of the sunset here.

[thatwaslucky]

Thanks. Short visit, then?

[uncertain_dume]

Yeah, only got here this morning, planning on being back to the island by tomorrow. Don't want to risk NOT being back to the island, tomorrow's the day after prom.

And anyone who had been around to at least see everyone else suffer could probably guess as to why, right?

[thatwaslucky]

And?

Rey had never gone to a dance, prom meant nothing to her.

[uncertain_dume]

If the last two years are any indication, I might end up babysitting tomorrow.

Parenting? Was it parenting if they were yours but you weren't technically a parent yet?

[thatwaslucky]

Take pictures of you do!

She was helpful.