"Mmmm..." Sunflora furrowed her nonexistent brow and tried to use the scissors, before shrugging, setting them down, and using her leaves themselves to cut up some felt.
"Excellent improvisation," Yoda said, nodding with approval. "Points for creativity would I give you, if such authority I had here and if such things had meaning. Anything in particular, are you making?"
"That's a very good try!" said Cathy, in the tone of voice she might have used to praise her twin siblings, when they'd been about four. Yoda didn't so much look like a child as he did an old person, and Cathy had learned that it was best to humor old people--even if they were as odd-looking as Yoda was--in the event that they might be about to expire and have millions of dollars they needed to leave to someone.
Cathy would be sorely disappointed if she hoped to be the beneficiary of Yoda's material wealth. At the moment, that wealth consisted of the clothes he wore and a cuddly bantha. And he had already died, after all, though he was relatively sure that Luke had just left the hut on Dagobah where it was, hopefully after putting out the fire in the hearth.
"A good result, this is. If try I did, get it done I might not have." Do or do not, as the saying went. "Care to make one, would you?"
Cathy wasn't sure what the point of making such a strange creature was, since she had never seen one before. But she was still erring on deciding to humor the old man...person...thing.
"Of course," she said, climbing onto the bench. "Er... What are they?" She found herself inexplicably thinking of Cory, who, no doubt, would want one of these for his very own. It was too bad her bitch of a mother had poisoned him with sugar doughnuts, thus depriving him of the opportunity to play with a cuddly bantha.
"A bantha this is, yes! Like a giant cow, it is. Very smelly, but good milk and meat they give." He slid some of the materials over in her direction and chewed a bit on his gimer cane. "Very cute they are, especially as babies, yes."
<3<3 ((Also I think Rat will recognize Yoda, but don't worry- I'll keep from breaking the fourth wall.))
Rat walked into the Great Hall, but not before scanning for danger. There didn't seem to be any, so he stepped into the crafts-crowded room and saw Yoda. Oh shit. Ikshu was sending him halucinations again. He blinked, and in a choking voice managed "Is that a water-buffalo?"
Yoda smiled warmly up at the boy. "A bantha, this is. Like a cow of this planet, but much larger. Welcome to make one of your own, you are. Show you how, I can, yes."
It's YODA. That's one good hallucination. Yoda seemed real and didn't seem to be going through any strong emotion at the moment. Rat briefly wondered what happened if you tried to Influence Yoda. Did he just block it, or did you get your own ass served to you? Holy HELL. Cute Bantha, too.
Rat crouched down beside him. "I don't know how to sew."
"Then a good time to learn, this is." Yoda chuckled to himself and held out a square of tan felt and a spool of thread. "Not a difficult task, it is. And good results, it can lead to, yes!"
"Greetings, Master Yoda," Tenel Ka said with a formal bow. She looked over the scraps on the table, wondering what deep secrets of the Force he was divining. Tenel Ka had trouble with the concept of frivolity, and did not recognize it until it was pointed out to her.
"You have created a bantha." It was nice to see something she recognized. "There is a story of a lost bantha cub that is told to children. My friends took great pleasure in hearing it when they were very young." The Little Lost Bantha Cub had a happy ending, unlike children's stories on Dathomir, which tended to have titles like What Happens When You Poke Rancors, and the popular If You Do Not Work the Clan Will Starve. Life on Dathomir was rough.
"Greetings," Yoda said, inclining his head to her. "Indeed I have," he said. "Familiar with this story I am. One wonders how many children refused to eat bantha after hearing it." He giggled to himself, placing the bantha down on the table in front of him. "A bantha for yourself, would you like?"
"It does point out the dangers of the anthropomorphization of food," she said. She took a seat at the table. "I would very much like one. Why are you making banthas, Master Yoda?"
He giggled. "Very true, this is. I am making banthas because want to make them, I do. No banthas do they have here. And rather cute they are." He made the little felt and fur bantha trot across the table, snuffling in an imitation of the actual animal's noise. "Here, felt you will need, and scissors, and thread."
"What are you making?" Coraline asked, looking curiously and a little warily at the various scrap covering the table. Warily, because the finished bantha's eyes unsettled her. They're just normal buttons, she reminded herself. Almost definitely. By her side, Berry the Acromantula chittered, wondering why they'd stopped walking.
Yoda could feel the girl's uneasiness, though not the cause of it. But he was familiar with uneasy children. He was the first one to allow generations of Jedi younglings to touch their first lightsaber, after all. "A bantha, this is," he said, making it trot across the table. "An animal from my home, it is meant to be. Much smaller and less smelly than the original, yes. Care to make one, would you?" He smiled encouragingly at both her and her pet.
"Okay," Coraline decided, helping Berry up onto a bench and sitting down beside her. Buttons aside, she liked the look of the bantha, like a cross between a cow and a mammoth, with a beard. And she could give it different eyes. She wasn't going to go through her whole life being scared of buttons. "Where do you come from?"
"From far away, yes. Different planets, perhaps a different time." He waved a gnarled hand negligently. "But here, now, is my home. Yoda am I. What names do you use?" He included Berry in his gaze, along with the girl.
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That was a bit of a novelty for her, surrounded by all these humans.
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"A good result, this is. If try I did, get it done I might not have." Do or do not, as the saying went. "Care to make one, would you?"
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"Of course," she said, climbing onto the bench. "Er... What are they?" She found herself inexplicably thinking of Cory, who, no doubt, would want one of these for his very own. It was too bad her bitch of a mother had poisoned him with sugar doughnuts, thus depriving him of the opportunity to play with a cuddly bantha.
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Rat walked into the Great Hall, but not before scanning for danger. There didn't seem to be any, so he stepped into the crafts-crowded room and saw Yoda. Oh shit. Ikshu was sending him halucinations again. He blinked, and in a choking voice managed "Is that a water-buffalo?"
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Yoda smiled warmly up at the boy. "A bantha, this is. Like a cow of this planet, but much larger. Welcome to make one of your own, you are. Show you how, I can, yes."
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Rat crouched down beside him. "I don't know how to sew."
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"You have created a bantha." It was nice to see something she recognized. "There is a story of a lost bantha cub that is told to children. My friends took great pleasure in hearing it when they were very young." The Little Lost Bantha Cub had a happy ending, unlike children's stories on Dathomir, which tended to have titles like What Happens When You Poke Rancors, and the popular If You Do Not Work the Clan Will Starve. Life on Dathomir was rough.
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