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[_rebel_princess]

Leia's never liked the feeling of running away.

Perhaps that's why the front door opens tonight and she steps through into the bar once more.

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[redeemed_one]

He looks up from his dinner. "Hello, Leia. How are you?"

[_rebel_princess]

She looks over at him. "Fine, thanks." Politely formal, but not cold. "You?"

[redeemed_one]

"All right. Saw an old friend today. He wants to meet you some time."

[_rebel_princess]

Leia looks at him a bit skeptically. "Really. Who's this friend?"

[empath_wiggin]

Val is sitting at a table, with an Aurebesh primer and about half a notebook's worth of notes scattered around the table. She looks up and smiles at Leia, with an inviting smile on her face.

[_rebel_princess]

"Hello, Val." Leia makes her way over and sits down. "Busy night?"

[empath_wiggin]

She chuckles. "You could say that, I guess. Peter, my brother challenged me to become conversationally literate in a language in about a week, and I am certainly attempting to meet that challenge." Her eyes twinkle. "How have you been?"

[_rebel_princess]

"Occupied," she says. "There's never a shortage of things to do these days."

"A week? What language are you learning? That's not a lot of time."