Of course Summer was going to make a pitstop into Luke's before getting down to business, but nothing could prepare her for the unexpected betrayal that lie in wait for her when she got there.

She stepped in, took one look at the specials board, looked at BDG, then back to the specials board.

"No," she stated, then turned right around to leave.

It...should be noted that she did not seem to be leaving at a particularly hurried pace, though.

Now that was a greeting Summer could get behind. She smirked a little, trying her best to hide it as she turned right back around, but nope. She couldn't even keep it at just a small smirk anymore, because, Goddddd, she missed this and she wasn't going to have to miss it anymore, either.

Still, she'd come in with a whole bit planned, and now she could get back to it. "Geez, BDG," she said, "what's a girl gotta do to get some pancakes in this joint?"

And, because it needed to be said, even though they all knew it, "The staff here is the absolute worst."

"Done and done," said Summer, though not necessarily in that order, because she wanted to take care of the yelling part to get it out of the way. Not that she didn't enjoy the yelling part; the yelling part was great and honestly she was kind of looking forward to getting to do it the moment she saw waffles, but you had to save the better part for last.

"I swear to God," Summer shouted, leaning away so Kanan didn't get too much of it in his ear or something, "there aren't pancakes on that specials board in the next five minutes, I am going to come back there and put them on it myself, and you do not want that to happen!"

Ahhh, yeah. That felt good. She was going to clearly make a great boss. But it still wasn't going to feel as good as the hug that now followed, nice and tight and fairly glomping. "What up, BDG?"

Nahhhh. Apu would be fine. Because Apu didn't suck.

"Rough weeks?" Summer frowned a little as she pulled away, after giving another good squeeze of reassurance in response to his squeezing as well as the words. Squeezes all up in this business. "How so?"

But she shook her head. "Wait, no," she said, "we have to do it properly." With a hand on her shoulder, she turned him around before heading over to the counter herself. "Come on."

Summer sighed when she sat down, contented, like a puzzle piece finally in place. "Much better. Now." Her eyes met his frankly. "Talk to me."

Considering that Summer felt like she had to practically pull teeth to get anything heavy out of Kanan more often than not, she couldn't help feeling a little rush that he would get right into it without any fuss. All she had to do, apparently, was go away for a couple of months.

Sure, she had her own exciting news, but that could wait. Since she definitely wasn't going anywhere any time soon, anyway.

She nodded. "You know if there's anything I can handle," she said, "it's usually the heavy stuff. I eat the heavy stuff for breakfast. Lay it on me."

Yeahhh, all things considered, when it came to things like the Force and everything, Summer really was woefully uneducated. Not really surprising, though. Like pulling goddamn teeth from this one...

Like, she knew that there was still a lot left to unpack out of Kanan, but sometimes he said things that just made her want to reach over and shake it all out of him at once.

"Okay," she said, "a second to unpack that. When you say they missed one of us, I'm assuming you mean you, which means you just nonchalantly dropped an 'everyone else is dead' bomb on me," which, fair enough, that was a good one to drop on her as she'd encountered more 'everyone is dead' situations than she'd like to admit, "but that also means you found someone else if you're continuing your training? Or do you mean it in a 'they missed one us not including me, and I found that other person and so now I might be continuing my training?'"

See what happens when you don't talk about your shit, BDG? You confuse poor little hopeful-Empire-breakers who just wanted to eat pancakes and flaunt a fat check.

"Either way," she said, "there's still a little bomb in there, and, lemme guess, you're dealing with reservations about starting it up again, in case the same thing happens again or it puts big targets on you and everyone else involved? Or am I way off and business school has made me rusty?"

"But..." Summer said slowly, "isn't that...a good thing? That you've found others? And, I mean, it's got to mean something if it's all from different eras, right? I mean, unless it's all," she shifted a little uncomfortably, "before..."

There were reasons her grampa didn't even touch time travel, but she supposed, around here, it couldn't be helped.

"Oh, man."

Funny how the countertop wasn't working for Kanan; it seemed to work for Summer pretty well after a moment, frowning as she thought of what to say. But she did look up at him once she finally found something. Maybe not much, but something.

"I'm sorry, BDG. I know that can't be easy. And I know it doesn't fix or change anything, but at least you do have now, even if the past and the future is....just....a big fuck up. I mean, I know I say it all the time, but this place is so weird on the whole spectrum of different universes and timelines that you can't really think about stuff like that or you'll probably wind up on the timeline where you totally crack and go crazy."

She offered a faint, sardonic smile. "Which I wouldn't like. And, I'm glad to say, I'll definitely do my best to help prevent. Hey, hey, if anything...if this week turns out to be just as heavy as the last few...then I'm making you take an ice cream and cheesy movie sleepover night with me."

Promise or threat? Probably a little of both.

"He better miss me," Summer said, seizing on that important part first, clearly the most important part, but mostly just glad to get a small, small as it was, out of him, even if it mostly meant delving into less depressing topics. But that was just important as talking about them directly, sometimes. "Or I'm going to be real disappointed in his sense of loyalty."

Then she bit her lip, trying to think of the best way to be coy about the whole sticking around part, but, ahhh, screw it. "Or," she offered, "you can also come over to my apartment."

The trauma stuff was fine; Summer liked when he talked about his trauma, because they all knew he didn't talk about it nearly as much as he should.

But, yeah, no, this was way better.

"Well," said Summer, "I don't have an apartment yet, but after this and my other thing, I'm heading over to MHA to check it out. What, you didn't think I just came for pancakes, did you?"

Intentionally not mentioning what her other thing was quite yet? Maaaaybe.

"You doing anything Wednesday?" Summer asked. "I'm thinking of making that moving day. I still have a few things to take care of back home."

Namely, telling her family. Which she hadn't exactly done yet. Whoops? But with her family, it was usually better to act than ask first, because then, oh, no, look at that, it's too late to do anything about it now...! Oh, well...

"Aside from this, today's all business. Apartment, then dropping this," Summer drew out the cashier's check out of her purse and slapped it on the counter for him to see, "off and, you know, probably just scribbling down my signature on a few contacts and papers, no big deal."

She trusted he'd been in this universe long enough to recognize that the number on the check was not exactly chump change, and she trusted he was observant enough that he might recognize the name of the recipient, and the little "For Turtle & Canary" note on the bottom as well.

Summer honestly couldn't have asked for a better reaction than that, even if she did think that, man, his universe really did need some better ways to curse.

She couldn't help a small giggle, though. "It's nothing nearly as exciting as I would have liked," she warned him. "Apparently, my grandparents...my dad's mom and dad, obviously not Grampa Rick...have been putting away money for my graduation since they knew I was coming. Some of it's from some investments my gramma's boyfriend made. Fun fact: I guess BitCoin in my dimension isn't just a giant scam after all. They didn't give it to me right away because they promised my mom they'd wait until her weird community college power trip thing was done. Obviously, it would make great seed money for the jello shop, but it's way too soon for that, I haven't even started to hammer out the logistics of that, so..."

She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it, but that was an exercise in futility and the smirk resurfaced. "I figured this was a good experience stepping stone. If anything, you know the list of suppliers and vendors at that place has got to be insane. And probably a few from your universe, though maybe not the exact same one, but then I can build some connections, get a better grasp on the economy out there, get a better idea of what my game plan will end up being. So if there's anything from your universe you might want to see, let me know, and I can try to see if I can get it!"

...she had thought about this...a lot since Friday, yes.

"Oh!" And she was clearly thinking about it now, too, struck with a light of more inspiration. "I know! I can start by trying to get those fruits that Hera likes! Melonroons, or something like that? Oh, but don't tell her! If it works, I'd like it to be a surprise."

Caf! Urgh, how could she have forgotten about caf?

The Sanchez side of her might be a little thrilled to potentially be BDG's main source for caf. Mwa ha hahaha.

"Don't act so surprised," Summer snorted, tossing her ponytail a little. "Like I don't have my shit together some of the time.

"Oh, but that does remind me. I've gotta swing by the Community Center to talk to someone about a class. I'm gonna teach a class, too. You're gonna take it. I'm not telling you what it is, but you still have to take it. Deal?"

There was possible future caf on the line now, Jarrus.