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[sunbaked_baker]

While the first touch of morning had dawned grey and heavy, promising rain sometime later in the day, Sunshine had had a long day (and longer night) the day before, and wasn't about to stand for that.

So despite the lackluster dawn, a few hours later the sun is shining and the skies are mostly clear.

And there is a figure stretched out on a bright orange towel down on the beach at the Caribbean inlet, not quite dozing, focused on the all-important task of soaking in as much sunlight as possible.

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[for_everyone]

In a corner booth, Hera and Kanan are settled over mugs of caf and Hera's datapad, its screen seeming to flash constantly as she flips through star charts and schematics. They've also been going through their tried-and-true motions for ensuring they aren't watched or overheard – surveillance droids aren't so much of a concern here, but Hera, with her back to the bar, keeps her eyes down on the table, her attention apparently consumed by her datapad, while her lekku are primed to sense approaching movement. Across from her, Kanan is leaned back on his bench, one arm resting along the top while his other hand his curled around his mug. His head is titled back, like he's resting, but his eyes flicker around the bar.

They speak quietly, without looking at one another.

"- no, I'd imagine if it were up to you, you'd want to go alone."

"I would rather not risk more pilots or ships than we have to," Hera answers. "But diplomacy was your suggestion, love. Doesn't that mean limiting our show of force?"

"Sure, but you should also have enough to cover your backs."

"Well, I do wish we had more variety in our fighter squadron, since we don't really know what we'll be up against."

"Hey, how about some more diplomatic thinking?"

Hera smiles, at last straightening, and raising her eyes from the datapad. "I think you're right. I just don't know if I'm much of a diplomat."



[ooc: Both pups here, open forever]