There's a woman who clearly has no idea who he is, but also who clearly doesn't care, who, upon hearing this declaration, stands up and walks from her nearby table to pick up the mug.
"Then," she says, her Corellian accent rather pronounced, "You won't mind if I take this." She flashes him a grin.
Jacen looks up at her and doesn't bother to hide a slight grimace. Great. A Corellian. And a family friend at that. Just the thing to make this the best day ever.
But his tone's polite enough when he says, "Not at all. No point letting it go to waste."
He notes the lack of Horn, which places her even earlier in the timeline than he suspected. ... All right, so he definitely can't arrest her for any Corellian shenanigans. Yet.
"Jacen Solo," he offers as he shakes her hand; no point withholding his last name, since it's stitched on his uniform. It's up to her what sort of link she assumes.
Amelia thinks maybe she's figured herself out. She's got a sick sort of fascination, knowing now what her father is planning on doing, and watching him do it. She's four years old, she's allowed to have been naive.
She still loves him and she still desperately wants to see him, so when they're in the Bar at the same time, she's going to make every visit worth it.
She hovers at the edge of his table, her fingers clutching a small teddy bear, her tauntaun no where in sight. Leia convinced her to leave it in her bed, just in case it was lost. She'd already lost it once, somewhere in the cockpit and couldn't sleep until they found it again.
Her voice is small. She can feel his dark mood. "Hi."
"Hi," Jacen replies at once, only managing a small smile. He is pleased to see her, though.
He hesitates a moment, scanning the crowd beyond his booth. Then he shuffles in a little, sliding his thus-far-untouched brandy along the table, and pats the space beside him.
"Will you join me, Allana? Ask the ranats to bring you anything you'd like."
She crawls into the space next to him and nods. "M'Amelia, now. For safety."
Allana-Amelia picks at her teddy bear for a moment, slowly moving to lean heavily against her father, before eying the rat that wanders up to them. "Choc'late milkshake pwease."
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"Then," she says, her Corellian accent rather pronounced, "You won't mind if I take this." She flashes him a grin.
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But his tone's polite enough when he says, "Not at all. No point letting it go to waste."
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"Jacen Solo," he offers as he shakes her hand; no point withholding his last name, since it's stitched on his uniform. It's up to her what sort of link she assumes.
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She still loves him and she still desperately wants to see him, so when they're in the Bar at the same time, she's going to make every visit worth it.
She hovers at the edge of his table, her fingers clutching a small teddy bear, her tauntaun no where in sight. Leia convinced her to leave it in her bed, just in case it was lost. She'd already lost it once, somewhere in the cockpit and couldn't sleep until they found it again.
Her voice is small. She can feel his dark mood. "Hi."
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He hesitates a moment, scanning the crowd beyond his booth. Then he shuffles in a little, sliding his thus-far-untouched brandy along the table, and pats the space beside him.
"Will you join me, Allana? Ask the ranats to bring you anything you'd like."
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Allana-Amelia picks at her teddy bear for a moment, slowly moving to lean heavily against her father, before eying the rat that wanders up to them. "Choc'late milkshake pwease."
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The potential future, he corrects himself. Always in motion, after all.
"Good choice," he says warmly. "So, Amelia. What have you been up to lately?"
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