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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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Her grip on the fruit slips for a second and it bobs in the air before she regains control. "You're going to bruise it!"

Jag frowns at the floating fruit.

"Yes, the night before last. Did they tell you where they were going?"

"You don't want to eat it anyway!" Atton snaps at Tahiri, still trying to pull the fruit towards him. "And just to a Peacekeeper Command Carrier - there they will have fun and parties with bloodthirsty killers who want to kill and eat them." He adds, turning just slightly in Jag's direction. He's exaggerating. By how much we may never know.

Atton has a point. After he got his space-cooties all over it and is now squishing the life out of it, she doesn't want the fruit anymore.

So she lets it go.

"Kill and eat them?" Jag asks, eyes widening as he tugs at the collar of his tunic.

"I don't know," Atton shrugs, grinning at the fruit and putting it back in the bowl. "Doesn't matter, really, because Aeryn is going to be fine," He may be talking to Jag or he may just be talking to himself. As an afterthought, he adds: "And Jaina too."

"Nobody's going to get killed or eaten," she says, more for Jag's benefit than anything. "Jaina knows how to take care of herself. Aeryn too."

She reachs for another fruit, careful to pick one Atton hasn't touched.

Jag is still frowning. "Did they tell you how long they were going to be gone?"

"'Course they aren't," Atton says quickly. "Probably eat them alive if they did anyway."

He coughs.

"Nah, they didn't. Aeryn said she'd be back before we knew it, though."

Jag looks very distinctly worried. "But they're going to be okay. Aeryn and Jaina know what they're doing."

It sounds like he's trying to convince himself of this than anything.

Tahiri facepalms. "Atton, if you get him worked up enough to start drinking, I'm putting him on your tab."

"Yeah, they'll be fine," Atton nods, very quickly. "It's not like they haven't done things like this before. And they're practically cannibals anyway, so they'll fit right in," He frowns, because he's not certain why he said that. "In a strictly metaphorical sense, erm. Yes."

At the mention of tabs;
"I should really send my tab to the Disciple," Atton murmurs to himself. "It's only fair."

Jag buries his face in his hands. "Oh Force."

"Who's this Disciple guy you keep talking about?" Tahiri breaks in, trying desperately to change the subject away from Jaina-Aeryn Doom and Gloom.

"He's the leader of the remains of the Jedi Order," Atton says. "And a complete and utter kriffer."

Tahiri glances down at Master Windu's datacards once more. "Leader of the Order, you say? What timeline were you from again?"

Maybe Master Windu's got a record of it in here somewhere. Probably not, but maybe.

"It's not so much an Order as a group of dancers from Telos, a stuffed nerf and a farmer from Dantooine with multiple personalities," Atton replies with a shrug. "I'm from roughly four-thousand years before Wes."

Tahiri puts the datapad down again. There's nothing that far back, from what she can tell. "Oh, right."

"Four thousand years?" It's enough to pull Jag out of his extended facepalm. Gives him something else to think about.

Atton snickers at their reactions.
"Not that long, really," He grins. "Well, it is."

"More than four times longer than Master Yoda lived," Tahiri responds. "And he's the oldest being I've ever heard of."

"Kriffing hells, he lived for a thousand years?! What the kriff?"

"Nine hundred actually, if you believe Master Skywalker's stories." Tahiri shrugs with a grin. "He wasn't human, but I don't think Master Skywalker knew what species he was. Tiny and green with big sticky-out ears."

"..."

The next sound is a short laugh, but it's not coming from Tahiri. Which is odd.

... yeah, that would be Jag laughing now. Because if he doesn't do something, he'll start worrying about Jaina again.