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[flyingewoks]

who; Wes & Cal Janson, Shalla & Tasha Nelprin, Hobbie & Arik Klivian, uh, the Anakins maybe?
where; ice cream parlour (fuck you it's still in one piece)
what; ICE CREAM, GUYS.

Wes isn't sure what kind of crazy alternate futures exist out there, but there has to be a really weird one if he has a child in any of them.

A child with Inyri Forge,

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[fighter__pilot]

Shalla's being dragged along by her daughter, who seems intent on breaking her mother's hand with her grip. Tasha doesn't let go until they reach the table, and then she runs up to the cooler to gaze at all the flavors.

"Uncle Wes, Uncle Wes, what should I get?"

Shalla's going to just sit over here with Cal. And pretend for a few seconds that she doesn't have a daughter.

[flyingewoks]

--and this must be Shalla's brat.

Wes smiles at the girl, then taps the glass above the chocolate ice cream. "Get a tub -- three scoops, at least. As much sugar as possible. Chocolate, vanilla, anythin' else you like the look of."

Cal, meanwhile, grinned brightly at Shalla. "Hey."

[namelesschildx]

Tasha isn't a brat.

Okay yeah she is.

She beams at Wes and starts rattling off flavors and toppings to the man behind the counter. He makes her stop and repeat herself several times so he can catch up. Eventually, he hands her a bowl on the verge of overflowing.

It takes both her hands to hold it.

Shalla glances at Cal and offers a distracted smile. "Hey kid."

[cal_tas_tic]

Wes eyes the bowl with some concern. He has belatedly realised that, if he's letting Tasha get so much ice cream, he's going to have to get just as much for Cal, or else -- well, he doesn't want to know what the kid'll do if he thinks something's unfair.

But he also doesn't want to know what the kid's like with that much ice cream inside him.

He sighs and gets the same order again, plus two single cones for himself and Shalla.

"You," Cal says, wrinkling his nose as he stares at Shalla, "aren't old. My dad's not old here either. How come?"

[rebelapprentice]

Leia wiped the sweat from her brow. She was riding the skateboard Shego bought her with only one foot at a time. It was embarrassing, and very distracting, what with all the carnage and intestines lining the sidewalk. Curious, she stopped outside the ice cream parlor and looked through a window.

That Cal kid sure knew how to boss his dad around. Leia giggled. She'd be smacked stupid if she ever talked to Bail Organa like that. (Or, probably just sent to her room.)

[cal_tas_tic]

Cal was looking around the ice cream parlour himself, curious. It was weeeird, not like the ones on Denon or Taanab that he was used to. There were no repulsors anywhere.

He caught sight of the girl at the window and his eyes widened as he recognised her. Oh man, how un-astral was it to be getting ice cream with his dad and not-aunt like a little kid? He grabbed a menu and hid behind it, totally just looking at milkshake flavours.