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[creator_raven]

There is a tall, skinny man sprawled in a corner booth

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[fighter__pilot]

Those cookies look pretty good from where Shalla's sitting.

Cookies are good, and if she were a Jedi, they'd be floating their cookie selves over to her.

Maybe if she stares hard enough, she'll develop Force powers.

[creator_raven]

Possibly if she stares hard enough, Raven will begin staring back.

Also grinning.

It is a thing.

[fighter__pilot]

Her staring is so intense that she doesn't notice at first. (Or perhaps her mind has wandered. That happens.)

When she does notice, she grins back, only the smallest bit sheepish -- and then resumes staring at the cookies.

They say it's all about concentration.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks once.

Then there is a cookie flying across the room at her.

Probably he threw it.

Probably.

[fighter__pilot]

The cookie lands in her hand, showering crumbs over the couch she is sitting on.

Suspicious, she glances from Raven to the cookie, then back to Raven. Now she's staring at him.

(It'd be totally astral if he flew across the room, too.)

[creator_raven]

Raven beams at her.

"You are hungry, perhaps?"

(Flying comes later. There will be feathers.)

[fighter__pilot]

She narrows her eyes at him for a moment, then shrugs and grins.

"I am indeed. Thank you."

The cookie is nibbled on for a moment.

"'m also Shalla."

[creator_raven]

Raven flings another cookie at her.

"They call me Raven. It is descriptive."

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla catches it one-handed, finishing off the old cookie before biting into the new.

"It is nice to meet you, Raven. A smart bird, if I remember correctly?"

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"On occasion, perhaps."

Some people may tell a different story.

Likely they are stupid.

Except when they are not.

[fighter__pilot]

When Shalla finishes this cookie, she stands, moving to where she can acquire them straight from his platter.

Breaking another in two, she offers him half.

"They are yours, after all."

[creator_raven]

Raven accepts very gravely.

Then he shoved three more into his mouth.

And swallows.

"I am not always so bad at sharing, I do not think."

Just most times.

[fighter__pilot]

Shalla glances at him, amused.

"You did throw me those two. Unless I really am a Jedi."

Again, she tries to move the cookies with her mind.

And again, she utterly fails.

"Nope. Not a Jedi."

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks at her, head tilting.

Possibly he is confused.

"That, I think, is not so much a thing I am familiar with."

[fighter__pilot]

She frowns.

"Jedi. They're people who can use the Force."

Her hands make vague motions in the air.

"Like. You and I give off -- and are part of -- this universal ... thing. Jedi tap into it."

Shalla gets an A+ in explanations.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

He blinks again.

"It is a thing for biology, that?"