five!

[tobeajedi]

Who: Vima Sunrider
Broadcast: Voice
Action: On the Heron if you like!
When: Now.

If anyone's looking for Nomi Sunrider, it seems that Atroma's sent her home.

[There's kind of a pause--wondering if she should say something more? It's not like Nomi's dead. Just back where she was meant to be, honestly, it's a good thing.]

Hopefully this doesn't mess with the timeline--you know, any more than it has been already. [...] So if you need any Ancient Jedi wisdom, it's back to just me.

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[stefanged]

They don't? [He presses his hand to his chest, all dramatic-like.] Where are their priorities, Vi? That's the first thing a kid learns.

[tobeajedi]

[She laughs a little.]

That must have been the problem all this time--the wrong kind of baking. Galactic history'd have been better off if we knew how to do this.

[okay so there are probably planets with a space equivalent.]

...I appreciate this, though. Really.

[stefanged]

Hey, you're my — ["little sister." He falters, staring down at the box of ma'amoul before grabbing one out of the box.] You're my Sunrider.

If you want to talk, or just gorge on cookies all day, you know how to reach me.

[tobeajedi]

[Was he gonna say something else? Vima gives him a curious look for a second.]

I might be the only one left here, but I would be no matter how many Sunriders show up. [though apart from Nomi, it'd have to be future ones.] And if you ever need someone to bring you cookies and ma'amoul, I'll be right there.

[stefanged]

[Vima's descendants. Now there's a thought Stefan never wanted in his head.]

Heh, you'd better. [He bridges the distance between them so that he can brush her bangs away and kiss her forehead.] I'm starting to think you might surpass me in the kitchen.

[tobeajedi]

[it'll happen BUT DON'T WORRY STEF SHE'S BEEN COPYRIGHT LOCKED OUT OF ANY ACTUAL DETAILS. she grins at the friendly kiss.]

Heh, I don't think you need to worry about that just yet. You've still got years of experience on me.

[stefanged]

I'm glad you're letting me think that.

[He snorts, finally helping himself to that ma'amoul. Mm, it tastes better than usual.]

Because you know, your last batch was pretty close to perfect.