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Mara's in the bar...sipping at some elba water. Having handed off three hundred credits to Samantha to entertain Ben at Disneyland, she's finding herself a little low on cash.

So elba water. And crackers. And a trashy magazine. That's telling lies about everyone in her family. She finds them funny. She mocks it.

Come and poke.

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Any lies about her niece in there?

Regardless, there's a Jaina slipping in to a seat across from her, stealing a cracker. "Hi Aunt Mara."

"So is it true that you're having an affair with Kyp Durron?" Mara glares at the hand that stole the cracker, before eyeing the girl that the hand belongs to.

"Kyp?" Jaina stares at her wide-eyed, shaking her head. "Kriff, we wouldn't have an affair with anyone. Where the hells did you get that idea?"

And then she notices the magazine. And frowns.

"Bar decided I needed to read some Coruscant Celebrity trash." Mara waves at the magazine.

She cocks an eyebrow, rolling her eyes.

But curiousity gets the better of her. "What else does it say about me in there?"

"Well, you're having an affair with Kyp Durron, which is frowned upon by the Jedi Council, and you're pregnant with his baby. Twins, actually. Included is very obviously doctored photos."

"This is why we kriffing hate the media." Jaina sighs, placing a hand to her head. "I hope Jag never hears about this. Because the only kids I ever plan on carrying are his."

"Good plan. So, what are you going to name them? Speculation is Leia and Han. But I find that too overdone." Mara grins. "I mean look at Ben. And Wedge's kids. Jag for instance. Anakin!"

Jaina glowers at her aunt, even if most of that anger is directed towards that sithspitting magazine.

"Leia and Han weren't names I ever planned on."

"Good. Too unique. Like you should never name your children Jaina." Mara nods. "Luke and I fought over Ben's name a few times...mostly because I'm not all for Obi-Wan like Luke is."

"Chak," Jaina mutters softly. "And Jonash and Anen and Dace. Those are names we've thought of."

"Tell Syal about the first one." Mara murmurs. "It'd make her happy."

"Makes Jag happy, too," she says with a smile.

"Chak was great." Mara smiles. "Very Imperial. Very Fel."

"Wish I could've known more of Jag's siblings. He's spoken of him highly."

"The Fels are a family to love." Mara murmurs. "Very interesting people."

Jaina cocks an eyebrow, grinning lopsidedly. "Think we don't know that? First hand experience, too."

"I have to say that I was once a Fel fangirl." Mara grins, thinking back. She might blush a tad too.

That gets a definate look. "Really?"

"He's a great dancer." Mara shrugs. "And he was so cute."

"You better be talking about the Baron and not my husband."

"The Baron of course. Soontir was very nice too. Danced with him a few times in my youth."

Jaina laughs, and swipes another cracker. "I'm going to have to tell Jag this later."

Mara grins. She might still be blushing. "Mmf."

"Gonna tell us more?"