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Perched upon an armchair, Inyri Forge has a cup of tea and a book, translated to Aurebesh. Beside her sits Wynssa the puppy...who doesn't look like much of a puppy anymore, nearing her first birthday.

They could stand to be bothered.

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There's a bright-faced Tycho making his way past her, headed for the stairs, smile on his face and bottle of wine tucked under his arm. He has yet to notice Inyri (or Wynssa), but a wave or a word will change that.

Wyn lifts her head and barks suddenly, jolting Inyri out of her reading, making her look up. "Shush, Wyn. Hey, Tycho."

Tycho raises his head - and makes a smooth detour over toward her. "Inyri. You're looking tan." And much, much better than the last time he'd seen her.

Inyri carefully thinks about the name of the island before she speaks it. "Hawaii was nice." Yay! She finally said it right. "Very sunny."

She glances at his bottle of wine. "Winter's around, I take it."

"Hawaii?" He shakes his head. "Can't say I've heard of it. You went on leave?"

He looks down at the wine himself, and he smiles. "Yeah, she is."

"It's on Earth. Face took me on vacation." Where they drank a lot, swam a lot, and made out a lot. You know how they roll.

She smiles at him. "N'aw. Aren't you cute?"

"You and Face Loran are an item?" Light smile and he perches on the arm of a nearby sofa. And then possibly turns faintly red as he mock-scowls at her. "That's insubordination, Ms. Forge." He shakes his head. Very seriously. "Calling a superior officer cute."

"Yeah. An item." There's laughter in her voice as she grins over at him.

She then shrugs. "Wes was a superior officer. Called him cute all the time. Also called him other names. And threw things at him." She grins again. "And Face is a superior officer too. Call him cute too. Am I going to go to jail now?"

Slightly awkward half-second, but she's making a joke of it, so it's alright. Tycho makes a show of thinking, then shakes his head again. "No. It's a special rule for commanding officers. You're good."

"Okay, good. And apologies for the cute-comment, sir. Should I rephrase it with 'you look hideous,' sir?" Inyri tries to cover her grin.

He looks at her.

"You've been spending too much time with Loran."

Inyri bursts out laughing. "Sorry, sir. It happens. Picking up quirks of a lover or something. You know."

She might have said lover on purpose.

Tycho doesn't bat an eyelash. "That does happen," he agrees. Kriff knows it has with him and Winter. "Things have been going well for you?"

Aw. Inyri loses.

She nods. "Yeah. Pretty good." Until her mun does an evil plot twist or something and announces she has some rare cancer. "Thank you for asking."

"I'm happy to hear it." And he genuinely is. He'd worried. (It's what he does.)

She smiles thoughtfully at him. "Thank you. I am too."

Her fingers skirt over her wrists, subconciously, and it somehow still amazes her that she even dares wear a short-sleeved shirt nowadays...it's how much she's come along.

One hand drops to scritch Wyn on the head. "Thanks." she breathes again.

He sees the movement, and he takes a breath. "I know things are going well for you now, but you know that if you ever have problems, you can come to me. Either inside or outside of Milliways." He's making promises on behalf of a Tycho who isn't him, but he somehow doesn't think he'll mind. He smiles faintly. "It's part of wearing the bars." Beat. "Not that I wear them often."

"You promise you won't hate me?" It's the first thing that pops into her mind, and it's said very somberly.

The look that he shoots her is surprised and serious-- and warm. "Of course not."

"They all hate me a little for something I've done." Inyri says softly. "Wes for these," she gestures at her wrists, "Face for the spice, but that wasn't my fault."

She's very quick to point that out. "I don't think you can promise, Tycho."

He sighs, settles down more onto the sofa arm. "You're right. I can't. But I can say that it would take one hell of a lot to make me, Inyri."

She picks Wyn up and hugs her to her chest. "That's good enough. I don't want promises anyway."

She smiles very smally at him.

He smiles back, and it's contained but genuine. "Alright." He rises and hefts the wine bottle. "I'm being waited on upstairs. I'll see you, Inyri. Remember what I said."

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