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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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[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"