Office hours [all day]

[sith_happened]

Anakin was hard at work at his desk: plastic balls, lots of glitter, soft music playing...

Yes, he'd decided that Jaina's Luke's future child was going to be spoiled rotten, so he was back to making toys for a Force-sensitive infant.

He'd welcome an interruption, though.

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[solo_sword]

Jaina came down to the office, greeting her grandfather with, "Hi, and if you've got any issues with singing day, can we get those over with now so we can get on with the normal conversation?"

Might as well put that out there now.

[sith_happened]

Anakin opened his mouth to complain--he sang at me...his hair's funny-looking...he's so annoying--and closed it again. "No issues."

[solo_sword]

She raised her eyebrows like she didn't exactly believe that. "You're sure?"

[sith_happened]

Anakin nodded. "Nothing new, anyway," he said. "It was just...set to music. And odd."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel knocked lightly on the door frame.

[sith_happened]

Anakin looked up from his project and waved her in. "Hi."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Hi," she smiled. "New project?"

[sith_happened]

"Baby toys for a Force-sensitive infant," Anakin said. "I'm going to be a grandfather again in Jaina's galaxy."