Okay, so Kanan had lost his raccoon suit on Friday when Jack had biffed him a good one and made it poof. That was fine. He didn't miss being able to fly- he could jump far enough that it really didn't make much difference, though he was sort of missing the ability to fly anyway, just so that the trip to work could be a little less complex.

Still, when he got there, he wasn't terribly surprised to see that the staff seemed to be leaning hard into the lava motif outside.

Today's Specials:
Can it be charred? We'll char it! Can it be BBQ'd? We'll BBQ it!
Also, Pancakes

Kanan considered the specials board, and then shrugged.

Sure, that would do. He settled behind the counter and pulled out his phone, and then resumed writing an e-mail to Portalocity about how he didn't care if he wasn't authorized for access to Rey's reality, if they didn't hook him up with a portal there, he'd authorize his own damn self.

... So, that was how his week was going.

[OOC: Open! With possible interruption via beach day if my father ever bothers touching base.]