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Wes is sitting in a booth, with a cup of caf, looking vaguely pre-occupied and almost thinking.

There's also a slice of chocolate cake in front of him, which Bar apparently felt the need to give him, and which he glances at every so often, suspiciously.

There is chocolate cake and he's not eating it.

There must be something up.

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Lando passes by. He's preoccupied for the most part with things at home, and with oranges. But he nods hello at Wes.

Wes glances at him, smiles a little, and waves at Lando. "Mornin', Calrissian..." Then stares at the cake again.

Lando notices what seems to be a faceoff between Janson and the cake.

"There a good reason you aren't eating that? I can name about four hundred men back home who would sell their droids for something like that. And I'm not even sure what you have then, Janson."

Wes finally grins and shakes his head. "Dunno why Bar gave me chocolate cake. Didn't want any just now..." Just made him think of Hobbie. Might have been the point.

He pauses a second, then waves a hand towards it. "You want it instead?"

"Not if it's as sweet as the other food the Bar's been serving me. These Earthers, they seem to think sugar is a prime ingredient. Maybe they need it for nutrients or something."

Lando sits opposite Wes. "Where's Hobbie?"

"Nothin' wrong with sugar," Wes says, but pushes the cake away a little anyway.

He looks thoughtful for a moment, almost worried, then smiles and shrugs. "Still in bed, I guess. Lazy pilot."

"Most pilots are. Especially you spoiled Rogue Squadron types." He smiles.

"You and Hobbie a couple?"

Mun: <333
Wes, taking a sip of his caf, chokes and manages to get it all over his shirt. He stares at Lando, then shakes his head. "No," he manages eventually, glancing over at the stairs, "uh, no."

Still looking at the stairs, he rubs at the back of his head, messing his hair up. "Me an' Inyri," he says finally, as if it's an explanation. Which it might be. But Wes doesn't know how.

"Ah. My apologies then." Lando smiles, a bit surprised that Janson would get flustered by so basic a question. "Good to hear you someone. Is Inyri from back home?"

Mun just...refrains from commenting on that. Perhaps for fear of retribution from Inyri-mun.
Wes shakes his head, but not as a negative answer. He smiles ruefully and says, "Yeah, uh, she's in our squadron. Mine and Hobbie's. She's here as well," he adds.

"A woman in Rogue Squadron? Wedge must be getting more intelligent in his old age. I always wondered why he keep it a boys' club.

"I have to wonder, though, who's back home flying in your time if you're all here.

"Pardon me." Lando, having not met the wait-rats yet, goes to the Bar, gets a stim tea, and comes back.

"Yeah, smart Wedge..."

Wes watches as Lando goes to the Bar, and shrugs. "Dunno," he says when he gets back, half-smiling, "'s all... weird. Either time doesn't change or there's... alternate 'verse thingy versions of us." Now he looks confused. This always confuses him. "But it works and that's all I know."

Lando smiles, and sips his tea. "Sounds like a good approach to take. Me, I suspect that once the course of events starts, it goes, and the rest is incidental. Best to be therew when it starts, of course.

"And better still to not think about it too much. I'm quite happy to let the philosophers and the Jedi delve into the mysteries of the universe. I have enough to think about as it is." There is a bit of a cryptic look on his face, but it passes.

"You Bound to the place?"

"Yeah," Wes agrees, "leave the thinking to the people who do it best. I'll just do the flying part and keep 'em all laughing."

He nods. "Yeah, stuck here. Me and Hobs, and so's Inyri now, I think. Not so bad... you?"

"Seems to be common - Jaina told me she's Bound as well. But I'm still able to head home. And I don't miss much - maybe an hour or so, or less each time I'm here.

"I don't think I'd mind missing a bit more - they really don't need me for the battle plans right now. And the food here is a hell of a lot better. But I would rather be able to come and go as I wish."

"Oh-- Jaina's not anymore, she's gone back home now..."

Wes shrugs, then he grins. "But yeah, the eating and drinking here's a lot better than home. ...I mean, could be cause anything's better than rations, but, y'know."

"Jaina left? Without even saying goodbye to her uncle?" He laughs a bit, knowing that she probably said hello to him - the older him - back when she comes from.

"Yes, anything is better than rations. But even beyond the best ale I've had in a year, there are the foods from elsewhere. From Earth especially.

"There is opportunity here, Janson. Things that the man of leisure back home will enjoy, and will spend a fortune on, once the war is truly done. All I need is the right item, and I can set the market on its ear." LAndo gets his gambler's grin.

"Yeah, Earth food's pretty vapin' good..." Wes nods, grinning again. "'specially Oreos. I'm taking them back, though, you can't steal that idea. ...well, unless you give me a share of the profits."

He nods, looking round the bar. "Lots of opportunities, yep." Not all of them from Earth. "No surprise you want to take advantage of them!"

"I never steal ideas, Janson. I sometimes improve on them. But I never steal them. After all, I'm not a thief. Merely a businessman who would much rather tkae his chance with his money than with his life." He gives a sly grin.

"I haven't encountered this Oreo yet. If I promise to let you have the rights to it, will you give em the rundown?"

"Sure y'are, Calrissian," Wes says and laughs.

"You've not had Oreos?" He grins. "Missing out, there. Cookies," he tells Lando, "all sugary like the Earth folk like stuff. Kinda chocolatey, with white stuff in the middle. They're reeeally fun to take apart and build towers and stuff with." A pause. "And to eat, of course. You have to try some."

"Ah. Food you can play with." Lando tries not to look at Janson funny. It sounds kind of silly. But then he always wondered about the oxygen supply in the X-Wing anyway.

"I'll try it, but it seems a shame to add that much sugar to chocolate."

"Best kind!" Wes assures Lando cheerfully. Yeah, must be the oxygen levels. Too late to do anything about it now though.

"Might sound weird, but they're really good. They'll be a hit back home, I guarantee it," he adds with a grin.

"Well, since you found them first, I'll let it to you to figure out the distribution, sales, marketing and manufacture. And it is a big galaxy. So perhaps I'm thinking about too small a market." If anyone could call just Coruscant a small market.

"And have you encountered any other food or drink I should sample, even just for taste rather than sales?"

Wes thinks about that for a moment, then two, then nods. "Yeah, y'know-- maybe the galaxy's not missin' out on too much.

"Ah... well, maybe not for the taste part, but there's this bright orange drink y'ought to try. Not sure what it's called though." He grins ruefully. "Dunno anything else, except all the chocolate they've got here. All the stuff with sugar..."

"Well, I'm sure I can manage." And with that Lando gets up.

"Think I'll be heading along. But make sure to get some of those Oreos for me, okay?"

"All right, I can do that," Wes says, nodding. He waves and smiles. "See you 'round."

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