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[hadtobegood]

The door has caught Syal after another patrol of Corellian space; a short one this time, so she's not too tired or rumpled.

She still doesn't want to sit around the bar in her flightsuit and with her helmet (there's always the potential to lose it). So she approaches Bar, asks for "casual clothes, Corellian style? And a room key, I guess, but just

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[i_heart_winona]

"Banana daiquiris in the mooorning," John said in a sing-song voice as he wandered behind her, settling onto a stool a few seats down.

And then he orders himself breakfast (eggs and bacon and pancakes and a orange juice and a cup of coffee) like he never said anything at all.

[hadtobegood]

Syal is mildly startled. Just a tiny little bit. Well, she dropped a bit of lettuce on Bar, but that's still only a tiny little bit startled. At least she wasn't drinking anything.

She looks down the Bar at John for a moment ... then flicks the bit of lettuce towards him.

Then continues eating her lunch as if that's a perfectly normal thing to do to strangers who sing behind you.

[i_heart_winona]

He snorted at the lettuce and flicked it back at her as his food appears and he started to hum.

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

And then...then he began to dig into his food. 'Cause uh...breakfast good.

[hadtobegood]

Oh, no. You can't just flick it back.

Syal grins at it sideways for a second and finishes her current mouthful before flicking the lettuce back again.

Then quickly positioning any and all nearby condiments to the side of her plate as a shield.