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Hobbie, in a booth, sitting with his back up against the wall and his legs stretched out on the bench. Two mugs are on the table in front of him, one empty, the other half full of what is by this point stone cold caf.

Beside the mugs are his platoon of yellow army men, all arrayed in a desperate battle against the looming evil of the salt and pepper shakers.

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She smiles. "Of course, Hobbie. Everyone needs an action figure of themselves sometimes." Granted, she doesn't have one of herself. Doesn't feel right yet. Perhaps some day.

"Kapow!" Hobbie moves the figure's legs into a scissor kick he'd never be able to execute in real life. "Bampf!"

Val giggles a bit, watching, and then picking up the Wedge figure. "Watch yourself, Hobbie." She puts on a bit of a mock-stern tone.

The action figure Hobbie snaps a plastic salute. "Sir yes sir!"

Val bites back a giggle. "And don't you forget it." Val sets the rest of the figures up. Tiny!Wes is over by the ewok, his arms raised as if he's in a conversaion. Luke seems to be teaching the other two Jedi something. Gavin's just standig there for some reason. Val just grins. "Sorry, I have a bit too much fun with action figures for no real reason."

"They're good fun," Hobbie assures her. Tiny-Hobbie frog-marches over to Wes and hovers behind him.

Tiny Wes waves his arms, and is rather oblivious. ~~Rather like his large counterpart~~ "So, you see, Kettch, this is why we have to convince Wedge to let you be a Rogue."

"Oh no!" Tiny Hobbie squeaks. "An Ewok! You do realize we'll never hear the end of yubbing now?"

Tiny Wes turns around and squeaks back. "You know it, Hobbie. Ewoks are love!"

"They scare me," Tiny Hobbie says plantively. "Something so cute isn't natural."

"Oh, but they're all -kinds- of natural!" Tiny Wes seems to be in his element. "Little furry things, living in the wilderness!"

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