Office Hours, Office #3, Wednesday

[uncertain_dume]

Some crazy person had given Kanan an office.

Okay, some crazy person had given Kanan a job, and with the job came an office, to better facilitate the whole 'doing the job' thing that was apparently a part of his life now. Still the fact remained, here was Kanan, and here was Kanan's office. So, no better time than the present to contemplate what

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[nuclear_snide]

Oo, he had a neighbour! Who had actually left the door open, meaning Bob could saunter in to annoy welcome him without having to walk through the wall.

"Hello there!" he greeted more or less cheerfully. "You're new, aren't you?"

It wasn't really a question; Bob knew everybody on the island at least by sight, whether they saw him or not.

[uncertain_dume]

"Very new," Kanan replied, glancing up from his pile of greasy napkins. "Is it that painfully clear?"

Kanan, you were transcribing Rorschach grease blots. It was probably somewhat apparent.

[nuclear_snide]

"Small island." Bob craned his head to look at the napkins. "Either that's an awful lot of phone numbers, or...no, I can't think of anything else. Please tell me you share."

[uncertain_dume]

"It'd be a bit of a feat to have collected that many numbers," Kanan noted, looking down at the napkins. "I don't even have a... Oh, wait, there's one."

Offices had the earth equivalent of comms in them. That was convenient.