Wes is still thinking vaguely about his
conversation with Sam yesterday, because kriff, why does she always make him think? Can't be healthy. Stupid Sam.
He'd go and fly in the sims, but he's pretty sick of the sims just now. He wants to fly a real X-wing, but he refuses to leave the bar. Alas.
So he's got his toy X-wing just now, along with a little brush and pot of yellow paint. Oh yes. Yes, he is painting that X-wing yellow. At least it's not an E-wing, eh?
He might be laughing to himself quietly as he does this.