OOM: Fel Residence
The only good thing a sock puppet is good for is burning. Watching as the faces dissolve into tiny particles of smoke and disperse in the room above. This is what it was like at Anakin's funeral. This is what, Jaina supposes, it may have been like at Tony's.
She stares into the small pot of flames, watching as the second puppet begins to melt in the other. It's still quiet in the farm, no one in the room but Jaina, the puppets, and the small pile of still-broken droids and farm equiptment. Jag's not home yet and Jay-vee is busy cleaning another part of the house.
So caught up in her own thoughts, Jaina doesn't hear the sound of the Fels' decommissioned snowspeeder pulling into the garage.
She stares into the small pot of flames, watching as the second puppet begins to melt in the other. It's still quiet in the farm, no one in the room but Jaina, the puppets, and the small pile of still-broken droids and farm equiptment. Jag's not home yet and Jay-vee is busy cleaning another part of the house.
So caught up in her own thoughts, Jaina doesn't hear the sound of the Fels' decommissioned snowspeeder pulling into the garage.