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Lando sits at the Bar, an invitation in front of him. An invitation to Jaina Solo's wedding. This week. Or 30 years in the future.

The temptation to see his future up close is great. Coruscant, in all its glory, free of the Empire. Imagine what he could learn about trends and markets in just an hour. And he could see himself as he will be.

But even Lando, no physicist or philosopher, doubts seeing the future that closely is a good thing. If nothing else, how would the two Landos explain their presence to old (indeed, much older) friends?

So instead, Lando will attend the reception here, and wait to attend the wedding. In the meantime, he hs figure out what cape to wear, and to see if Amanda can join him.

And all the while, he wouldn't mind some conversation.

[ooc: online till 3 pm Eastern time)

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Fortunately she is in too good a mood to stay mad.

"Alright you are forgiven." of course only now does she see the change. Muttering some rather unpleasent obsenities in Kyrnnish she turns to Lando, "Well guess you do get to see me wear it." turning to bar, "Oh very funny."

Now Amanda just hopes that Bar will let her change for the reception.

Lando won't say very much about this dress. What would be the point? Especially since Aamnda was right about how bad it is.

Besides, if he says too much, the Bar might try to play with him as well. And he only will carry solidarity so far.

"I think it might go better with dark hair than with blonde."

She smiles, "Your sweet." she is taking this in stride. At least in Lando's pressence.

"Suppose I have time to make a new dress." she smiles, "This could be fun." she doesn't like the idea of wearing a repeat dress in front of Lando. At least not yet.

"You know how to make a dress? Without a droid?" Lando is quite surprised, forgetting for a moment that Amanda lived over 1,000 without any technology.

Amanda is once again laughing, "Of course. I have many skills. And making clothes was sort of a necessity of a woman, con artist, and thief even less then a century ago on my world. And I've been around for quite a few centuries before that." see ugly dress from 1117 years ago.

"Of course. Sometimes I forget that Earth is still learning. Though if Dinah is any indication, there must be some sort of droid production on Earth at some point.

"I doubt any human I know could mend a sock, let alone make a dress." Lando then pauses.

"What's a con artist?" The word is unfamiliar.

"We have machines that produce products for us though they are nothinglike the droids of your world."

Amanda almost spits out her drink as she had just taken a sip, "'Scuse me. A con artist is another word for swindler." It has been some time since she has resorted to that.

"Ah. A scam artist, in other words.

"Amanda, why have you never told me you used to do that?" He is pleased to learn that they have one more thing in common.

[ooc: mun must go to meetings.]

"Suppose it never came up." she grins. Not many in the bar would react so fondly to learning such a thing. "Why do you disapprove?" the question is a little playful as he knows she really doesn't care what other people think. Well except maybe for a couple individuals but normally not.

It is amazing how many skills she has that would make her ideal for the spy world. All expect the guns and killing innocent people thing.

[OOC: okay, have fun]

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