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"That's not what they're called, you know."

"It's what they're called here," the cook insisted, and he was met with a little boy with vivid turquoise eyes looking up at him obstinately, hugging his spotted puppy close and refusing to budge on the matter.

"You're making that up."

"Am not."

"Are too."

Caleb knew the man wasn't, and knew he was supposed to respect his elders, and the Masters would have been very disappointed with him for arguing over such a completely pointless matter, but nothing else about this place was like home, and when he'd walked in and found himself face-to-face with that one little discrepancy, every little piece of his being had rallied up and suggested, nay, insisted that he give the kitchen staff here a difficult time.

And so, the specials board today read:

Welcome to Luke's!
Today's Specials:
Flatcakes.

Caleb, mollified, ordered a plate of flatcakes and was thrilled to see that they came covered in more fruit and weird white whipped cream than he'd ever seen on one plate in his life, and with a side of sausages for him to feed to his puppy. The busboy informed him that it would come out of his paycheck, and not to worry about it.

Caleb had no idea what they were talking about, and he was already far too busy digging in to his flatcakes to care, pausing only to feed pieces of sausage to Kyber.

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Summer wasn't entirely sure how this whole thing would turn out if BDG was all wee and small, but she remembered that, even though she didn't completely understand it, she'd still known to go to Luke's on Sunday when she was wee and small, and, even if it turned out he hadn't come in, she could still get breakfast out of it and yell at the kitchen staff, which wasn't a bad start to a day any way you looked at it.

So she came in, saw the kid and the dog there with some note of satisfaction in her theory, and quirked a brow at the specials board and the staff. "Flatcakes?" she read, with the unspoken Really? hanging in the air, like, really, you guys were even going to be bossed around by a little kid? ...as if she wouldn't have done the exact same thing.

She shook her head so they understood the true depths of her disappointment in them before heading over to say hi to the tiniest Bus Driver Guy in the galaxy.

"Hey, there, Caleb, Kyber." She nodded to him, to the dog. "What'cha got there?"

"Flatcakes," Caleb replied dutifully, looking at the plate, and then up at Summer with a big smile. "And Kyber has sausages."

Well, Kyber occasionally had sausages, whenever Caleb remembered to tear a piece off to feed to him with fingers that were sticky with strawberries from the top of his meal.

"They put fruit on it," he added, excitedly, if maybe a little conspiratorially. "And it's really sweet."

He was going to be completely wired before noon.

"Yeah," Summer grinned a little bit for the excitement; this was wee little BDG, alright. "They like to do that. It's pretty good, isn't it? Have you had a chance to try a milkshake yet?"

Summer, no. No.

Caleb's eyes went wide, and he shook his head a little, his interest certainly piqued.

"What's that?"

For the record: They did have milkshakes in a galaxy far, far away. They just didn't generally happen in the temple, so much.

So help her, if Summer didn't wind up just completely smooshing the crap out of his face by the end of the day, it would be a goddamn miracle.

"It's a drink," she explained, "where you mix milk and ice cream and some kind of flavor, like fruit or chocolate or even cookies and cake, all together, so it's cold and sweet and really good. I come in here almost every Sunday to get...flatcakes," said with a snort, "and a milkshake, it's, like, a whole thing."

See? Summer knew they were called flatcakes. The cook was just totally full of poodoo.

Pardon Caleb's Huttese.

"Maybe I did have something like that," Caleb said, brow furrowing a little as he thought. "Mr. Kaidan got food for me the other day, and two drinks, and one was bubbles and one was milky, but the milk was all weird. Maybe that's what this was? It was good," he added, quickly. "I liked it a lot! It was just... weird."

It wasn't blue. The horror.

Summer was also doing this thing called humoring you, Caleb, but okay.

"The bubbles was probably soda," Summer guessed. "Was the milky one cold? Like...really cold? And thick? Or was it just...kind of cold and more liquidy? It could have just been regular milk, but that's so boring. I'd like to think Mr. Kaidan," again, she had to snort a little, "wouldn't get you just boring regular milk when you could've had a milkshake."

"It was really really cold," Caleb supplied, quietly mystified that they were apparently talking about the same thing. "It made my front teeth all cold too. That's a milkshake? Can I get one here, do you think that would be okay?"

You do you, Dume.

"It would definitely be okay," Summer assured him emphatically. "I'm going to get one, too, so I'll just get yours and mine both, how's that sound? What kind of flavor do you think you'll want? The flavors here are probably a little different than what you're used to, but I'll bet I can still manage to figure out something that'll work pretty good as a substitute."

Caleb looked really, really seriously thoughtful for a moment as he mulled over his options. She had said that all kinds of flavors could go in there, even cookies, and that sounded really good, he was pretty sure he liked cookies. Cookies sounded like exactly the sort of thing that he should like, right? So he gave a little, definitive nod, and then looked up at her with an expression that was all seriousness just barely managing to restrain his excitement, and said, "I would like the cookie kind, please."

And Summer was struggling here, practically dying in her attempt to respond just as seriously, because wee little BDG was the cutest little snot ever and she just wanted to squeal. But she wouldn't. Because this was obviously very serious business that required her to return every tiny bit of gravitas that he was giving her.

She nodded. "Good choice. Now, do you think you'd want chocolate chip, peanut butter, or my personal favorite, Oreos?"

Caleb's eyes went a little wide as she gave him three options that meant nothing to him. But he was going to give this a game amount of consideration, was going to square his jaw and his shoulders, and then, because he was trusting her judgment here, he was going to give a serious nod and say, "Oreos. I want Oreos."

If it was her favorite, maybe it would be his too.

By virtue of him not even knowing what the other options tasted like, it probably would be anyway.

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Summer sort of figured that was how this whole thing would go down, yeah. She had a little brother. This wasn't her first trip to the Manipulate an Impressionable Mind to Choose What You Wanted Under the Guise of Choice rodeo.

"You heard him," she said with a nod to the nearest member of the kitchen staff. "Two Oreo milkshakes, and some blueberry flatcakes for me, too. And don't skimp on the Oreos!"

"Yeah," Caleb said, getting kind of into the spirit of the whole thing. He'd already won one argument against the kitchen staff, he was feeling pretty comfortable with bossing them around. "Don't skimp on the Oreos!"

Those mysterious, mysterious Oreos.

Feeling pretty good about his life and his choice, Caleb gave Summer another big smile, and then remembered to tear off another piece of sausage for Kyber, who was staring at them very, very intently.

Luke's, Sunday

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