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[OOM: Back on Ossus after a trip with his cousin. To Endor. Yup. Totally Endor. (Whitetext, yo.)]

If you were to look up at the door right now, you might see a slightly-confused nine-year-old boy standing just inside the bar, letting the door close behind him. Well, you can't blame him, really -- he was expecting a much smaller and less crowded cottage.

Then his eyes light up as he realises where he is instead. Been a whole year for him, almost. Nice to be back in Milliways.

He runs over to Bar and, just about tall enough to see the surface, asks her very politely for a kyleme. Which he receives. Along with a tab in his name, alas; he'll get his mother to pay for it later. Maybe.

And there you have it -- Ben Skywalker, on a bar stool, drinking something blue and fizzy. Say hi!

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There is a Samantha sitting near him, reading a magazine about wedding dresses, and drinking a milkshake.

Poke her.

Ben finishes his kyleme, looking round the bar, then spots the woman drinking something that looks very good indeed.

So he jumps off his stool and heads over.

"Hi!"

Sam smiles down at him. "Hello there. I'm Sam."

"My name's Ben," he replies. "What're you doing?"

Well ... he's not shy.

No one could ever deny that.

"Looking at wedding dresses. I'm getting married in two weeks." Sam grins. "What're you doin'?"

"You're getting married? That's astral!"

Ben smiles. "I'm just standing here. Nothing else to do."

"Thanks. What's your last name, Ben?" He has pretty blue eyes.

Sparkly familiar blue eyes.

"Skywalker," Ben answers, in a sort of pre-emptive so what? tone of voice.

"When're you getting married?"

"In like two weeks." Sam grins. "So you're a Skywalker? You know Jaina?"

"Yeah." Duh. "She's my cousin."

Ben narrows his eyes. "You know her?"

"Yeah, she's like one of my best friends here. She's my maid of honour in the wedding." Sam grins. "So...like...you're dad's Luke Skywalker? Who's your mom, Mara or Val?"

Yes, she's read the books and knows the inner workings of the Skywalker-Milliways family. The perfect girl!

Model student! Head of the class!

"She gets to be in a wedding?" Ben is jealous now.

A momentary confused pause while he recalls a conversation from a year ago, then-- "Mara Jade. I haven't met Val yet..."

"Yeah, she's like...the first friend I had."

Sam nods. "Neither have I...either of them. I just...read about your mom in...a...newspaper."

"Oh." Well, he can't really begrudge someone their first friend. "Well, okay."

Pause. Ben tilts his head. "So you're from home -- is that how you know Jaina?"

"No, not from you're home. We get all kinds of news here in the bar. I live here you know. I watch Galactic Television. Coruscant's channels are great." Sam nods. "Sorry to confuse you."

Ben frowns. "They have news here? And the Holonet? I didn't know that..."

He shakes his head firmly. "You didn't confuse me. I don't get confused. I just thought-- so you met Jaina here? She's here a lot, isn't she..."

"Yeah. She lives here most of the time too. And then goes away and comes back years older." Sam shrugs, slightly sadly. "I leave and come back all in the same day. Bar probably doesn't want to make me loose my mind by taking my home away for long."

Ben looks at Bar for a moment, then the door, then back at Sam. "It's weird," he decides. "People here from different times. I mean, I haven't been here for a whole year..."

Which, y'know, for a nine year old is a very long time indeed. It's like ages.

He frowns suddenly. "But I bet it's not been that long here." He looks up at Sam again. "Yeah. You're probably lucky."

Indeed. A whole year. OMG.

"Yeah. I consider myself lucky. But do the Jedi believe in luck?" Sam tilts her head. "Isn't it all Forcey-junk?"

Ben smiles wryly at Forcey-junk. (A term which has instantly endeared Sam to him, just so you know.)

"Don't know. Some people say that, like my dad." He looks away for a second, then back again, grinning now. "But I'm not a regular Jedi anyway." Said with a touch of pride.

"Oh, you aren't? What are you? Super Jedi Boy? Are you a superhero?" Sam winks, grinning brightly.

He could join Wes' growing band of superheroes, eh?

"No," with a brief scowl. "Superheroes aren't real."

Er ... tell that to the ones inna bar. No, wait.

"I'm different. I don't do silly Jedi kid stuff," he tells her. "I've got Jacen teaching me."

"Hey. Superheroes are real. Even not counting the ones here. Superheroes are just people, who extraordinary things to help others. People like your father, your mom, aunt, uncle, cousins...my mom, anyone's parents." Sam says softly. "We're all super. And we have the potential to be heroes too."

Ben blinks and stares at Sam. No, stares. Then narrows his eyes a little cynically.

"...are you getting all mushy?"

"I'm a very mushy person. I don't have a hard exterior. I'm like nougat."

"What's nougat?"

"A sort of candy that tastes kind of gross." Sam shrugs.

"Gross candy's no good," Ben says firmly, shaking his head.

Uh. Duh.

"You're so right." Sam nods. "And shouldn't cute little red head boys be in bed, right now."

She checks her watch. It's late. Somewhere. Everywhere.

"No," Ben says blankly. "It's only..." Pause. "...afternoon."

What? You wanted a specific time?

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No. Never." Sam pats him on the head. "I'm just tired. Long day at work."

Indeed, Sam looks ready to fall asleep at Bar. Like her mun.

Ben frowns, eyeing her. But she does look tired, so instead of batting her hand away and asking her what her job is, he says, "Okay."

Hey, he can be nice...

"Are you going to go to bed?"

"Probably." Unless Andrew has ulterior plans.

Well, you never know.

Ben nods, smiling. "All right. 'Night, then! I'll see you later..."

"Great! And ohmygod, you should come to my wedding. You'd be so cute inna suit." Sam grins. "But I'll talk to you later about that. Come in the bar again sometime. Soon."

She waves and bounds off for bed 'cause mun is dying.

"Wha-?"

Ben blinks and just watches Sam go, more than a little confused, before he processes--

...I just got invited to a wedding?

And, cheerfully, he heads off in another random direction.

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