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Petra blinks.

"In my reality you are dead bonzo."

Bonzo grumbles at that point.

"I know. I meant that I'm not dead yet in -my- reality."

Petra is rather confused.

"I don't think I understand where ya're coming from."

Eyeroll from Bonzo for just a second, and then a deep breath.

"In my timeline, my reality, I'm most certainly alive. You can come to Madrid and check my pulse. I am well aware of the fact that I'm dead in your timeline...which is why I'm curious as to how the two will come out differently."

"Well... lemme see. We don't have to worry 'bout the buggers any more and from what ya've told me, You do." Petra says evenly.

Bonzo shrugs.

"That's because not as much time has passed in my timeline, for one thing."

He thinks for a second, puzzling the differences out.

"Other than that, the timelines are almost identical."

"Amazing how one little incident will change everything aye?"

Bonzo grins.

"It did make a bit of a difference for me, you know."

Petra smiles back at Bonzo.

"Ah yes it did. Now your timeline simply has a jedi-crazed force addict."

Bonzo smirks at that one.

"I am -not- a Jedi-crazed force addict! I'm not even a Jedi-crazed force sensitive!"

He's taking this in stride and giving Petra a hard time back, not getting -too- angry. Yet, of course.

Petra simply looks innocent, a look which on her automaticly belies itself.

She nods at the lightsaber attached to Bonzo.

"What 'bout that little toy you tote around? Screams of a Jedi-crazed force addict to me. Just because you were born in the wrong universe 'n time line doesn't mean anything."

Bonzo shrugs.

"A few friends of mine and I were actually going to fight with one another when I got pulled into the bar. You should try 'saber-dueling some more...you're pretty good at it, as I recall."

Petra stretches and Yawns boredishly.

"Maybe, but I rather like the sims you brought her way back when. What could be more exciting then that?"

"I didn't bring them here...that was Val and a few Jedi. But...they're always cool."

He smiles...those sims -are- fun.

Petra nods and settles back into her chair again.

"Aye."

Bonzo settles in as well.

"Do you want to do a round on the sims?"

Petra's eyes light up.

"Would I ever turn you down?"

Little does bonzo know, but Petra has been spending a lot of time on the Sims. Pratice makes perfect dontchaknow.

Bonzo has spent some time on the sims, but probably not as much as Petra. Which means this will be fun.

"Let's go...last one there's a bantha herder!"

With that, Bonzo jumps out of his seat and starts running to the room with the sims.

Petra is slightly out of shape, but she is working on it. All thoes lovely little gym classes 'n all. She races after Bonzo, but he makes it first.

Bonzo picks the black sim, leaving Petra to take the yellow one. He punches buttons for a moment, getting into Versus mode, and waits for Petra to do the same.

Petra slips into the Yellow Sim, perfectly comfortable in it as well as she is with the black one. Each of them have their own little... personalities she likes to call them. She belts herself in and then presses the Vs mode.

Bonzo is belted in, and before he knows it, the sim is operational. He, in a manner quite befitting him, manages to set a new personal record clearing out of the base and out of the atmosphere.

"Ok...where are you, Petra?"

Petra is playing a rather fun game, cat and mouse. Bonzo is the mouse, Petra is the cat. It is only fitting. She flies silent reling on the junk that usualy floats around inhabited planets to hid her till she can get a lock on him.

And, of course, Bonzo is racing around, trying to play cat. And...it also seems that he's bent on breaking the "closest-to-an-asteroid" record, too, given how he's flying.

Petra continues to hold her silence. That's what cats do dontcha know.