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[oom: Recently, after a difficult mission, Kanan followed Hera back to her room.]

"I've seen plenty of babies fed them –"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's good for them –"

"Look, Kanan, it's the only thing onboard I know is safe for Ithorian infants and he's going to need something before –"

And this is the moment when Hera realizes the door they just passed through didn't actually lead to the Ghost's galley. Kanan's a step behind her, cradling in his arms a baby who… looks nothing like either one of them, with his rather protruding eyestalks and curved head. Hera glances around, and then back at Kanan with a small smile. "All right, looks like you win."

A few minutes later, they're situated at the bar with the baby on the bartop between them, Hera and Kanan with mugs of caf, and a cup of some kind of green-gray mush that the baby happily sucked up through an elaborate, multi-pronged straw fitted along his left-side mouth.

[ooc: We haven't been around for a while but - hi! Two muns, open til it scrolls.]

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Pretzeling millitime just a little, Yamato comes sloping in from the door with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and someone yelling in after him.

"You'll drink this, Ishida, or I swear I'll pour it into your eyes, you complete and utter ass-- ..." And then the door shuts.

He ambles over to the Bar, wrapping the blanket a little tighter around himself, and gives a curious look at the baby. And then at Hera. And then at Kanan. Hera. Kanan. Baby. Hera. Kanan. Baby.

"... Mazel tov," he says eventually. "He has your eyes."

Hera glances over at Yamato, then down at the baby.

Smiling slightly, "Really? Because I thought he looked more like Kanan."

"It's his aura of unending cheerfulness," Kanan says dryly. "I understand."

She loves him, really.

"There's a very strong family resemblance to, er, Kanan," Yamato says, gesturing at Kanan. "Something about the jawline. And the nose. Impossible to miss, really."

Still grinning, "Well, I guess there will be some explaining to do when we get him back to his mother."

"And here I thought we were just going to drop him on the doorstep and run."

Alas for all his carefully-laid plans.

(And excuse you, Yamato. Kanan actually has a nose.)

Edited 2020-03-17 02:08 (UTC)

"Hey, kid deserves to know its father," Yamato says to Kanan. "You've gotta stay in its life and teach it how to navigate the whole chin situation it's got going on."

To Hera, he adds: "I'm sure she'll understand. Accidents happen."

Hera closes her eyes for a moment, and then -

"All right, it's too weird for me now."

The baby rustles and lets out a low, vibrating cry. Hera reaches out and carefully removes the straw from his mouth and lifts him up against her arms. "Not ours, we're just getting him back to his family."

[ooc: Just fyi, other mun has gone to bed for the night but will tag tomorrow!]

Kanan has already lifted his hand to rub it across his goatee.

He always thought his facial hair looked good. Maybe this new guy just has no taste.

"It's a tough galaxy out there for a kid on his own," is what he says, looking over at Hera and the baby. "We've got to stick together."

Edited 2020-03-17 22:40 (UTC)

"How'd he end up separated from them?" Yamato asks, cocking his head at the kid like a curious puppy. "I mean, it's good that you're getting him back to them, at least."

Hera glances back at Kanan, but then says, "He was stolen."

She looks back down at the baby to adjust him in her arms. "Or he would have been, if Kanan hadn't stopped it."

"I had most of the team with me," Kanan says quickly.

Because it's true.

"It wasn't a solo effort."

"Still, congratulations on thwarting a kidnapping. I bet the little guy's parents will be happy to see him back," Yamato says.

He's tempted to ask why the kid was being stolen, but it occurs to him that that might be a question too far, at least right now.

"And not that it hasn't been nice to have guests, but I'll be glad to have our ship back to normal."

She looks back up to Yamato. "I'm Hera, and I think his -" she presses her thumb to the baby's small hand, "- name is Pypey."

Pypey burbles a little, tightening his little fingers around Hera's thumb.

Kanan, meanwhile, reaches out to gently shake Pypey's left foot.

Speaking of getting the ship back to normal --

"You think Chop will mind if we give the porg to the baby when he leaves?"

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Yamato, Yamato Ishida," Yamato says. He can't help but smile wryly at the remark about getting the ship back to normal -- he can easily imagine how disruptive having a newborn around has been.

"You two have a porg too? A friend of mine here ended up adopting one. And I think there's a wild one running around here, too."

"Ours also followed us back from here," Hera says.

"And we didn't notice until our droid decided to adopt him."

"He's very . . . "

How to put this delicately?

" . . . cantankerous."

This is an understatement.

"So we're stuck."

"The porg or the droid? GP -- my friend's porg -- is pretty grumpy. And he likes to destroy things."

Beat.

"When he's big enough, he'll probably try to destroy the city. It's only a matter of time."

"The droid. The porg's sweet enough."

With a wry smile, "Though that might change if he spends enough time with Chopper."

"If you ever see him," Kanan says to Yamato, " -- Chop, I mean, please don't say anything about destroying cities."

"A grumpy, angry porg could do a lot of damage," Yamato remarks to Hera. "Hopefully someone can be a, er, moderating influence on him."

To Kanan, he adds: "My lips are sealed. I won't bring up any kind of evil overlord-y city-smashing for him to get ideas about."

"Even Chop's not that despotic," says Hera, the only person who would say this ever.

Pypey lets out a low gurgle and Hera bounces him slightly on her lap. "Where are you from Yamato, if you don't mind my asking?"

Kanan opens his mouth to protest that Chopper is just that sort of despot-in-waiting . . .

And then stops. Because Hera.

"Right. Not that despotic."

Sure!

He shifts his attention to Yamato, too.

"No giant birds wherever that is? Or . . . too many giant birds?"

"Odaiba, Earth," Yamato says. "A place that theoretically should have no giant birds, but actually has so many on a pretty regular basis."

Giant other things, too.