Kanan and Hera's apartment, Saturday morning

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Master Kiwiiks had been surprised to wake up and find herself...here, wherever here was again.

Not to mention in bed with someone she didn't recognize.

She slid out of bed, found some clothing, and went into the main room to kneel and meditate. The currents in the Force were just as chaotic as she vaguely remembered from before, and it was always best to have information before doing anything.


[For the one there, but open post!]

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[uncertain_dume]

The man's sleep last night had been... actually better than it had been in some time, considering just how difficult it was to secure comfortable lodgings while on the road. Not that he couldn't sleep just about anywhere, especially with Frumpkin curled up beside him, but in an actual bed? A warm one? With blankets pulled up damn near over his head and in a heated room with very little in the way of noise about?

Well. He slept very well.

It was the waking up part that had him concerned. The realizing that he had no idea where he actually was. And that his travel partner from this past little while seemed to be missing.

"Was...?" He sat up, throwing the covers off, and roused his cat. "Nott? Nott the Brave, where are you?"

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Master Kiwiiks ended her meditation and came to stand in the bedroom doorway. "Who is it you're looking for?"

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And now the rather scruffy wizard was giving the... the rather bright woman a wary look from where he was standing, one hand reaching to rest on his component pouch.

"A friend of mine," he said in a clipped German Zemnian accent. "Who are you? Where is this?"

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"Here is...a strange place, but harmless for the most part," Master Kiwiiks answered calmly. "I am Jedi Master Bela Kiwiiks." She gave him a little bow. "And you are?"

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The man paused only for a moment, going through a small wealth of possible replies in his head before he settled on the one most fitting for... well... for a search for Nott, he supposed.

"Caleb," he replied. "I am Caleb Widogast."

He watched her warily for a few moments more, and then looked past her, toward the room she had come from. The exit, presumably, was that way.

"How have I come to be here? What do you mean by, 'Jedi Master?'"

And could he, uh, go?

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"Jedi are the guardians of peace and Light in the universe," she said with a smile. "It's good to meet you, Caleb Widogast. As to how you've arrived here," she spread her hands, "in that, your guess is as good as mine for how I've arrived here."

She saw his glances and stepped back, in case he wanted to get past her.

[uncertain_dume]

Caleb lingered behind for just a moment, only until after his cat had wandered ahead first, making his way into the next room - a larger one, with a low table and a cushioned sat - and sitting himself down like he owned the place.

And then he moved to follow, moving cautiously into the living room to join Frumpkin.

"You seem to be rather at ease for such a situation," he accused noted as he went.

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"I've been here once before," she explained. "I don't remember much of it, but it was only a few days, and odd, but not difficult."

She held her hand out to the cat to sniff. "Where are you from?"

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Frumpkin regarded that offered hand with a wary feline eye, glancing to Caleb and only moving to sniff her hand when Caleb gave the faintest nod of his head.

"North," Caleb replied, vaguely. It didn't matter much that he didn't know where he currently was. He was from north of somewhere, north of where he had been, and he wasn't about to launch into specifics with a total stranger. "I am from... north."

He looked her over speculatively.

"And yourself?"

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Master Kiwiiks smiled, amused. "Lots of planets have a north. North of where? I'm from Tython most recently, Shili originally." She rubbed the cats head and sent it soothing and friendly feelings through the Force.

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Caleb gave Frumpkin maybe the faintest of betrayed looks as the cat started to purr, knocking his cheek against the hand that was giving him attention.

"I have never heard tell of either," he noted, with a 'cats will be cats' sigh. "You are from outside of the Empire, I take it?"

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"Of course!" She gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm from the Republic. If you're from the Empire...well, you don't feel Sith, so you must have had a difficult time of it."

She smiled again and let the cat go with one last pat. "Why don't we see what sort of food we can find? I'm hungry, and I imagine you are, too."

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And he had most definitely had a difficult time of things, at the hands of the Empire, in fact.

Just, maybe not that Empire.

His air of puzzlement really wasn't going anywhere at the mention of the Republic, and what in the world was a Sith? Still... he couldn't say he wasn't hungry, not with the way his belly loudly betrayed him at the mention of food. There was still a chewing thread of concern for where Nott might have gotten off to, but who was to say that he hadn't been the one to go missing?

He certainly felt missing.

"... I am," he allowed. "Famished."

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Master Kiwiiks nodded and headed for the kitchen. "There must be something in here..." She went rummaging in the refrigerator. "Hm. These look like eggs, though I couldn't tell you what bird they're from. This is definitely some sort of meat."

She glanced at Caleb. "You're human, yes? Not an herbivore?"

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"Ah... yes," Caleb replied, giving a quick glance down at himself. Still human. Though, really, what were the odds of going to sleep and waking up as anything else? And he hadn't cast any manner of disguise before she'd shown up in the doorway, so... "I am human."

What she was, on the other hand, was totally beyond him.

Besides 'Jedi.'

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Togruta. This morning. So.

She nodded. "All right, we can probably make something of this." It was bacon and eggs. She held them in her hands and looked around. "Hm. Think this is a cooktop?" She tried the dials and got heat, so it was a good bet. "Right. Now all we need is something to cook in."

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"Might I suggest trying the cupboards for a cooking pot?"

Narrated Caleb from the kitchen doorway.

On Tuesday, Kanan would be thankful that Caleb hadn't wandered in. This here was one stinky wizard.

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Master Kiwiiks was capable of tuning out unpleasant scents, fortunately. And she wasn't going to blame anyone escaping the Empire for what they might smell like.

She nodded at him. "Good idea." It took a few tries, but she eventually found one, and put it on the heat for a moment before putting the meat slices in and then managing to break an egg next to it. And then just staring at it for a second. "These are very strange eggs. I've never seen them this color!"

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... Okay, Caleb would bite. Curiosity had him tentatively stepping into the kitchen and looking at first the carton of eggs, then at the one that was sitting in the pan.

"It... looks like a normal chicken egg to me," he observed.

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"Really?" she asked, curious. "I've never seen a chicken egg before. Or a chicken. Well, they smell okay, anyway." She went looking through the cabinets again and found a fork. She smiled and handed it to Caleb. "Turn it when it's done enough for you, I guess. Or scramble it."

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Caleb... took the fork. And stared at it for a moment, and then stared at the stove, and then grimaced the tiniest bit before easing his way into the kitchen with the odd woman.

It wasn't that he minded cooking so much as he was a paranoid, paranoid guy, and kitchens tended to be full of heavy things and sharp things.

And now he had a cat winding between his ankles. As was the natural law of the universe when cats and kitchens mixed.

"Danke," he muttered as he stepped in front of the... the strange stove.

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"You're welcome," she said, understanding the intent if not the actual word. She suspected that anyone who'd been on hard times would appreciate being in control of their own food.

"Should I see if I can find some milk or caf or juice or something? Or there's always water."

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"Water will be fine," Caleb replied, watching his egg intently while Frumpkin kept an eye on things behind him. As it cooked, he used the fork to nudge the edges of it into a neat sort of order, rounding it off so that the egg was frying evenly in the bacon grease.

It was something to put his focus into, somewhere to channel his anxiety.

"Water is always good."

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"Water is important to most forms of life," Master Kiwiiks agreed. She found a couple glasses and filled them from the sink. "Sometimes simple is good." She kept looking and found plates and another fork, and set it all out on the table.

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And wouldn't eating at a table that wasn't located in an inn be novel, too?

Caleb nudged the edges of his egg a few moments more, and then attempted to use the fork to flip it.

The yolk broke, and he made a faintly disgruntled face at it. So close.

"I am not one to turn up my nose at simple," he noted. "... Particularly not when waking up in a strange home I may or may not be welcome in."

He hadn't even seen a single book in this place, yet. He was kinda judging whoever lived here.