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Mun's never done a multipup post before, so here's to new experiences.

A man and a woman are having breakfast at a table. The man has chosen a seat with a very good view of the door, which he is watching like a hawkbat. Jaina said she would be back soon, but "soon" could be days or weeks or who knows how long.

Jag's never been in Milliways without her before, which is part of the reason he's hanging around Tahiri this morning.

As for the aforementioned blonde, she's picking at a bowl of fruit and browsing idly through Master Windu's accounts of Jedi history. The parts about the Clone Wars are rather interesting. She's got her lightsaber and Security badge but isn't particularly alert for trouble, seeing as the ghostcurse thing has been dealt with.

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If they were listening closely, they might hear a long-suffering sigh.

"She's my wife."

Not like that's a secret.

Chloe eyes him doubtfully. "I thought Jedi weren't supposed to have attatchments or anything like that."

See, Pete? She paid some attention to the last movie.

Tahiri glances down at Master Windu's datacards. "We're not exactly that kind of Jedi anymore."

Even though Master Skywalker wants them to be. Stupid Master Skywalker.

Chloe's eyes follow Tahiri's to look at the cards with the weird scribbles.

Curiously, "So what type are you, then?"

"New Order," she replies. "I could get more specific, but I don't know your name or where you're from, so it's hard to find context."

The last part sounds almost apologetic.

"Chloe Sullivan. Earth, 2002. Tahiri, right?" Chloe nods towards Jag. "Does gloom and doom there have a name?"

"Ah, Earth. Figures." She grins. "Yeah, that's Jag. He's not very friendly."

"Doesn't take a genius to realize that." Chloe returns the grin with one of her own. "So, how'd a guy like him end up with a Jedi wife?"

Chloe is getting the Annoyed Chiss Death Glare.

It doesn't look much different from his usual expression, but the thought it still there.

"It's none of your business."

Blink. Shrug. "Why not?"

More glaring. "Why are you so interested in it?"

Chloe's rather used to being glared at. Comes with the whole nosey reporter gig.

"I make it my buisness to know what's going on. You never know what type of story's lurking underneath it all."

Tahiri shakes her head as Jag goes back to his meal. "Okay, so where did you get the blastsword?"

"If I tell you, will you answer my questions?"

Tahiri glances at Jag. "Depends on the questions."

She nods at her own Security badge. "I'd really like it if you'd answer mine first."

Chloe sighs, frowning a little. But gives in. After all, she's rather proud over how she obtained the sword.

"Guy named Janson. He's a pilot from your world," she adds in, in case Tahiri doesn't know him. "Traded a mechanical pencil for it."

Chloe nods towards Jag again. "So, gloom and doom plus wife? How'd that happen?"

"Janson?" she laughs. "Somehow I'm not surprised. What's a mechanical pencil?"

She waves a hand dismissively at the grim pilot. "They met during the war. He smiles a lot more when she's around."

"What war?" Chloe asks automatically. And then raises an eyebrow over in Jag's direction. "You really mean to say he smiles?"

The blonde teenager reaches over for her shoulder bag, pulling out a handful of pens and pencils, including an orange and pink mechanical one. She slides it across the table to Tahiri. "That's a mechanical pencil."

"Yup. It's rare though. And it was during the Yuuzhan Vong war, about ten years ago more or less."

Tahiri picks up the pencil, frowning slightly as she turns it over. "He traded a blastsword for one these? It looks like a child's flimsistylus."

"Wes isn't exactly the smartest grape in the bunch." She laughs. "I also didn't really give him much of a choice in the matter."

Chloe shakes her head and pats the blastsword by her side. She then looks in Jag's direction again. "So, totally off the record, you have anything you want to add in about all this?"

"I detest reporters," he answers cooly.

"So now the blastsword is broken and you need Jaina to fix it?" she asks, ignoring Jag.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to know the truth," Chloe responds to Jag.

And then nods in Tahiri's direction. "That about sums it up. And I swear I didn't break it. It just...okay, so it stopped working while it was in my possession. Still doesn't mean anything."

"It becomes a problem when it turns into invasion of privacy," he responds.

"I'll let Jaina know you're looking for her when she gets back then," Tahiri offers. "That's really about all I can do."