Chopper had been feeling neglected lately.

Hera could tell, because there were an inordinate number of objects welded together at random today.

Or maybe he'd just unearthed some of the previous occupant's things again. It was hard to say.

But the junkyard was open!

[Open post! No OCD.]

Hera headed out early, stopped for coffee at the shop, ended up getting something they called "matcha" because they said it was all they had today, and then spent the morning giving Chopper a tune-up.

After lunch, she mostly set about cataloging and inventorying what there was. It was an ongoing project.

[Open post! No OCD.]

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