Allana sometimes wondered what it was with people from her reality and their absolute refusal to adapt to earth styles. Her mother, for instance, looked almost exactly like she would have on Hapan, cool blues and greens in a flowing style, hair in braids, all that was missing was the armor. It wasn’t an unflattering look, it was sort of genetically impossible for Hapans to look too awful, but it was certainly as close to Hapes as you could get on earth. Anakin was the same way, complaining about earth clothing, and grandpa didn’t even seem to have bought any new clothes. Allana, meanwhile, had spent her time here combing through earth media, television, the internet, fashion, and (with some help from Jen) was now practically indistinguishable from someone who had been born and raised on earth in her skinny jeans, long cardigan, and boots. She had heard a couple of her more native friends mutter disparaging things about “hipster” style but she liked her clothes, they were completely unlike anything anyone wore back home, and her goal, after all, was to embrace earth culture for however long she was here.
“Eating sounds good!” Allana said agreeably, maybe overcompensating a bit for her awkwardness with a bright tone. “I think there’s a good place by here where my friend, Rose, works. 12th Street Cafe? I think it’s actually on 10th street or something though. It’s weird, but they have good coffee so I’m all for it. Unless you had somewhere you’d already thought of?” She shrugged and bent down to scratch Daisy’s ears before straightening and pointing an index finger at the dog to begin her pre-departure ritual. “Sit,” she instructed the pit bull who promptly plopped down onto her haunches and waited expectantly. “And, catch!” she tossed the treat she’d produced from her pocket and Daisy hopped to grab it in midair before streaking off in a blur of skidding paws and wagging tail to the crate Allana had bought her. While the dog was gnawing on her treat Allana grabbed her purse and jacket.
“I can calm her down with the Force but she likes having a routine too, you know, so she knows all is going as expected and I’m actually coming back,” she explained. “So, right, lunch?”