these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

Comments

[scrubscrub]

[She rubs her arm, anxious.]

I wish I could tell, sir.

You... haven't hit me, so I don't think I am.

[beardstrokes]

Then I think that shows you're doing fine.

[ There's little else he can do to confirm it. But step by step . . . perhaps. Obi-Wan still remembers how his slavery was handled. He wasn't punished . . . but people around him were. ]

[scrubscrub]

[She nods, and then smiles wide.]

That's good then! I'll keep — trying! To learn how to know.

But I, um... I need to go check on the clothes lines! I'm sorry for interrupting your floating.

[beardstrokes]

Not at all.

[ He waves her off. ] May the Force be with you.