uncertain_dume | MCA #3, Friday Afternoon

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MCA #3, Friday Afternoon

Okay, so class today had Kanan kind of itching to handle a lightsaber. He wasn't going to. He really had nowhere even remotely private that he could do so without risking an excited dog getting underfoot, and even if the Force was with him (or whatever) he wasn't about to risk some sort of horrible lightsaber accident while training just because Stance wanted to help.

So, after making sure Hera was at the junkyard doing... whatever it was Hera did at the junkyard. Running a business or scrounging for spare parts or whatever... he grabbed the first thing that came to hand in the apartment that had any sort of reach - a spatula - he rearranged the small bit of furniture in the living room, and he let himself fall into the old, familiar steps of the lightsaber drills he used to do with Master Billaba.

It wasn't all Soresu. He did occasionally stray, if only to see whether or not he could transition smoothly from the form he knew to the kenjutsu that he'd seen during class. But he always just kind of drifted back. The familiar was kind of nice, even if he was using a spatula.

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He might have hours to himself, but eventually Hera needed lunch, and stepped into the apartment blissfully unaware of any spatula antics.

She blinked.

"Is the food attacking now?"

She felt she needed to make sure.

"Is the...?" Kanan tripped over his dog, concentration snapping, and damn near flung the spatula at Hera's face.

... He managed to not throw the spatula at Hera, at least. Stance yelped, then ran to hide in the bedroom.

Kanan took a moment to say a few choice words in Huttese, then facepalmed as he shoved the spatula behind his back.

"No. No, the food isn't attacking."

"Good to know, since I'm planning on eating it." Hera rolled her eyes at him as she headed for the kitchen.

"You know, I've probably got something in the junkyard you could use," she offered casually. "Something..." closer to a lightsaber? "...more weapon-like."

Wow. This was humiliating on at least three different levels.

"I mean, all I really need was a hilt," Kanan muttered, wondering what was worse; using a spatula, or trading it in for garbage. "It's not a big deal."

Except for how he wanted to crawl under his bed and die.

"If you say so," Hera said. "But if you start hitting things with the spatula, you can't cook with it anymore."

She took some cold noodles out of the fridge and found a fork. "Might as well use something disposable."

And it was not - mostly - garbage, Kanan. Just discarded.

"Well, hitting things wasn't really my intent, either," Kanan sighed, though he made his way into the kitchen to out the spatula away, at least. He was pretty much done, here. "It was mostly just..."

His hand finally left his face so that he could wave it around vaguely, instead.

"You know."

She did, so he could say it, because it wasn't some big secret around here, and at the end of the day he was the one being weird about it all.

Hera nodded. "So wouldn't it make sense to have something better to do it with?"

It seemed logical to her, anyway.

"Have you known me to make sense yet?" Kanan reached up into the cupboard for a cup, then held it under the faucet so he could get himself a drink of water.

...

He shut the faucet off a moment later and squinted at the cold, green fluid in his cup. And then just turned the whole thing upside-down in the sink and went to the fridge instead.

"Something better would be good," he said, deciding that he could only process one thing at a time right now, and green sludge from the taps was not going to be it. "I just need something that isn't going to cleave the furniture in two if I trip over the dog."

In true Jedi fashion. Really.

Hera frowned and turned the faucet back on, pulling some of the...whatever into a cup to examine it.

And because she couldn't not, "Have you tried not tripping over the dog?"

"Have you? Stance is bound and determined to be tripped on," Kanan muttered. "It doesn't matter how good you are, he's going to get underfoot."

He just wanted love!

"So consider it a challenge," Hera said. "Do you have any idea what this is?" she held up the glass.

"Green," Kanan offered. "And... I don't know. Thick. It looks kind of like some of the drinks that we serve at Luke's, but I've never seen them that color before."

He didn't trust it. It was weird enough that the milk here was white, but green milkshakes were crossing a line.

Hera poured it out with a grimace. "Probably best not to trust it. So, you want to come down to the junkyard and pick something out, or want me to do it for you?"

Kanan shrugged his shoulders a little, turning a glance toward the drawer with the spatula in it with maybe the slightest of disgusted looks on his face.

No wonder he'd survived this long. He was so bad at being a Jedi, nobody would ever guess, at this rate.

"I can come down," he sighed. "Get a better feel for size and balance, that way."

Of course, you really didn't have to worry so much about balance when you were just swinging around a length of pipe.

Or Kanan could always use his lightsaber.

Not that Hera knew that.

"How's the spatula's balance?" she teased.

Nope. No lightsaber. It was in two pieces for a reason, damn it.

Even if there was no need for it to be.

"Remarkably, just like a spatula," Kanan quipped. "Great if we're attacked by eggs, probably less useful if it's anything more intimidating than, say, burnt cheese."

"Given we've had jewelry thrown from the skies and we currently have no idea what's coming out of our faucets, I'll keep that in mind," she answered dryly.

"The shop this morning only had some sort of hot green drink, but it wasn't bad. Want to stop on the way?"

"For a hot green drink instead of the mysterious cold sludge?" Kanan shrugged his shoulders easily. "Sure. You work up a thirst waving a spatula around, anyway."

Hera eyed him. "Can I ask why you were waving a spatula around?" In a way totally unlike any Jedi exercises. "You can say no."

Kanan eyed Hera back for a moment, and then sighed.

"Class today took in some martial arts demonstrations," he explained. "Including swords. I thought I'd... try some of what I saw."

Just because.

"The spatula was just kind of there."

And he wasn't assembling his lightsaber just to dick around with kenjutsu.

"Your class sounds really interesting," Hera said. She glanced toward the bedroom. "Should we bring Stance, or give him some space? Chopper's in a good mood, so he probably won't cause trouble."

"Well, I did just step on him," Kanan noted, "though a Wesk-Aurek-Leth-Krill can't hurt. Depends how long we're planning on spending at the Perk, I suppose."

He fidgeted a little, and then added, "Sometimes, I actually do use my lightsaber for training."

Oh, hell, he spoke the words out loud. No coming back from that one.

Hera froze for a second, then blinked. "I...thought maybe you didn't have one anymore." She shifted a little closer. "So, why not use it now, then?"

"Well, I..."

Kanan sighed, then reached to unclip one smaller, less recognizable piece of it from his belt. Then reached for one of the pouches that would normally be reserved for blaster power packs, and pulled out the other half.

"... don't tend to keep it in any recognizable sort of shape."

It was safer that way.

Hera laughed. "I'd wondered what that was." She nodded at the small piece. "I thought maybe it was a good luck piece or something."

She gave him a smile. "That's smart. But if it's safe enough here for you to...wave a spatula around?...then why not practice with it?"

"Habit," Kanan offered, shrugging a little. "Effort. A dog who cries if you lock him in a different room but who runs around underfoot if you let him out."

He didn't want to decapitate his dog.

He frowned, and then screwed the two pieces together and just kind of... held it, for a moment. The urge to ignite it settled in his guts, and he fought it back.

"I don't use this lightly."

"I can imagine." Hera put a hand on his shoulder, offering wordless support.

After a moment she said, "Hey - since you don't really need to go to the junkyard, why don't I take Stance with me? He can run around with Chopper, and you can do whatever you need to when a dog's not underfoot."

"That..." Kanan swallowed, and then nodded a little. "That would be great, actually. Give me a few hours to... I don't know. Not ruin the kitchen implements, anyway."

"Should I bring home dinner just in case?" Hera asked.

Kanan shot Hera a crooked little smile.

"You could, but I don't know what we're going to eat it off of after I burn the table in two."

He probably wouldn't burn the table in two. He'd just fixed that wobbly leg, dammit.

"You're holding up the other side while I eat," Hera decided. "Then you're on your own."

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