Kanan Jarrus, The Last Padawan (
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Fandom Radio, Monday, July 22nd
Kanan: This... this is a weird one today, folks. I can tell you that one right now.
Sparkle: I'd ask how you could tell, but I fell into a pocket dimension or something on my way here and wound up having tea with a friendly giant. And this isn't even the first time that's happened. I swear if at any point I wake up naked on an alien spaceship, though...
Kanan: Wait, what?
Sparkle: Missed that one, huh?
Kanan: ... Apparently. Anyway, the squirrels gave us notes. Let's see what people were up to yesterday, and then we can get back to our tea parties or whatever.
Sparkle: Sure. So, in the dorms, Prompto was getting over some kind of gunk in one of the common rooms, watching old western films. Sure, those are fine.
Kanan: Westerns?
Sparkle: You know, like... nerf herders and gunslingers. You'd like them.
Kanan: ... I probably would, actually. Yeah. In town, we had Owen humming and making busy work at the Bookbelt, Sparkle here dying of heat exhaustion at Demon Marcus--
Sparkle: It was so gross.
Kanan: Well, maybe the next rift you trip into will have air conditioning.
Sparkle: ... You know I'm gonna go looking for one like that, now. At Lukes, the staff were hiding in the freezer for Kanan's shift, at least until Summer stopped by and put them to work with a pancake milkshake while she talked to Kanan about students turning into animals, and... baked bananas and ham with hollandai-- oh god that's nasty what.
Kanan: She says when she makes it for me, she'll make it using both homemade sauce and sauce from a packet.
Sparkle: WHY. I'll eat anything but sometimes you have to not put hollandaise sauce on the banana.
Kanan: Well, I guess I'm going to find that out. Looks like Atton had his job all figured out yesterday at Caritas when he made do-it-yourself cocktails the special of the night. Which probably freed up his time to text Sia about people's frustrations.
Sparkle: Hahahaa, tell me about it. I'll take the rifts and the dubious uncertainty that I might've been kidnapped by aliens again, god. Anyway, that's the notes!
Kanan: And that's all for us this week, Fandom. Until next time... enjoy your random tea parties with giants, I guess?
Sparkle: I'd ask how you could tell, but I fell into a pocket dimension or something on my way here and wound up having tea with a friendly giant. And this isn't even the first time that's happened. I swear if at any point I wake up naked on an alien spaceship, though...
Kanan: Wait, what?
Sparkle: Missed that one, huh?
Kanan: ... Apparently. Anyway, the squirrels gave us notes. Let's see what people were up to yesterday, and then we can get back to our tea parties or whatever.
Sparkle: Sure. So, in the dorms, Prompto was getting over some kind of gunk in one of the common rooms, watching old western films. Sure, those are fine.
Kanan: Westerns?
Sparkle: You know, like... nerf herders and gunslingers. You'd like them.
Kanan: ... I probably would, actually. Yeah. In town, we had Owen humming and making busy work at the Bookbelt, Sparkle here dying of heat exhaustion at Demon Marcus--
Sparkle: It was so gross.
Kanan: Well, maybe the next rift you trip into will have air conditioning.
Sparkle: ... You know I'm gonna go looking for one like that, now. At Lukes, the staff were hiding in the freezer for Kanan's shift, at least until Summer stopped by and put them to work with a pancake milkshake while she talked to Kanan about students turning into animals, and... baked bananas and ham with hollandai-- oh god that's nasty what.
Kanan: She says when she makes it for me, she'll make it using both homemade sauce and sauce from a packet.
Sparkle: WHY. I'll eat anything but sometimes you have to not put hollandaise sauce on the banana.
Kanan: Well, I guess I'm going to find that out. Looks like Atton had his job all figured out yesterday at Caritas when he made do-it-yourself cocktails the special of the night. Which probably freed up his time to text Sia about people's frustrations.
Sparkle: Hahahaa, tell me about it. I'll take the rifts and the dubious uncertainty that I might've been kidnapped by aliens again, god. Anyway, that's the notes!
Kanan: And that's all for us this week, Fandom. Until next time... enjoy your random tea parties with giants, I guess?