momslilassassin | Room 424 [afternoon]

Ben hadn't really had much of a chance to talk to his dad that week: lessons with his grandfather (who was still kicking his butt with a lightsaber without moving. It was annoying), a date with Tahiri (which he would definitely be doing again. Yes.), classes, clubs, stopping in on his weekly trips to bother Ender, Kaylee, and Aravis...for a not-so-social person, he had managed to fill up his schedule pretty well.

But he'd promised Tahiri that he would ask his dad about starting a dance troupe--mostly to see if he could get Luke to crack a smile--and so he was lounging on his bed with his comlink, pretty happy for the first time in a while.

Naturally, that couldn't last.

When he clicked his comm shut a few minutes later, he'd not only forgotten to ask about the dance troupe, he'd learned that Centerpoint Station had been fired again, Jacen had kidnapped Tenel Ka's daughter for use as a bargaining chip (because that had worked so well with the Jedi), and Jaina was on the trail of Alema, who Luke was still convinced had murdered Mara.

"Kriffing hell," Ben muttered to himself before settling down on the floor to build something loud and complicated.

Mmm. Repression.

[OOC: Door closed, but he's loud enough to be heard in the hall...]

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"Sounds nice," Ben commented, trying to make more space for her. "Sorry, making a droid gets a little messy," he apologized.

"It is. There were even random kisses in the hall the other night." The thought of which still made Meg grin. "What are you making a droid for? Doing laundry by any chance?"

"Oh, I have lots of those," Ben said, gesturing to the mouse droids. "Do you need one? And who were you randomly kissing?"

"Seriously?" she asked. "Because I have to admit, when it comes time to do laundry, I miss the Cast of Thousands."

"Edward and Priestly were a bit drunk Friday night. It seemed like the thing to do."

"I'm afraid if I keep making mouse droids, Wendy's going to start thinking I'm planning some kind of hostile droid takeover," he replied with a smile. "They're all yours."

He leaned back against his hands. "So I could get drunk--" not likely, "and wander through the halls and people would just kiss me?"

"If you asked nicely enough I bet you'd find a few people willing to do it," Meg replied. "Although I wonder what Tahiri would think of that?" She'd heard radio mention something about ugly shows. Which sounded like bowling. Which sounded date-like.

Ben's face matched the color of his hair. "Should probably ask, huh?" he mumbled.

He was just too cute. Meg missed having her brothers around on a regular basis. "Is there a reason you need to ask?"

"Maybe?" he hedged.

He was so very bad at this.

"That's cool. She's nice," she assured him. "Not that my opinion matters, but I like her."

"Me too," Ben said with a shy smile. "I haven't exactly mentioned it to my relatives yet."

"So? It's not like you're planning on marrying her or anything," said the girl that had no clue of the backstory. "You're just having fun. There's nothing wrong with that."

"It's kind of...complicated," Ben said. "I mean, we're from the same galaxy and all? But different timelines. In hers, I'm...two."

Meg blinked. A lot.

"Okay, yeah. I see what you mean. Just a little complicated."

And that wasn't the half of it. Ben smiled. "So until they ask, I'm not going to mention it."

Because that was nice and healthy.

"Well if the time comes that you're planning a wedding, you might want to tell them then," Meg teased.

"You're looking better."

"So I have...30 years to get around to it. Okay," Ben said with a smile. "And thanks. I'm a fast healer."

"I suppose that's a useful skill," she replied. "Of course I'd hate to see the other guy. Or did you tangle with some weird space monster?"

"Space monster," Ben lied easily. "It'll teach me to watch where I'm going from now on."

"Let me guess, you kicked it's butt and the universe is safer now?" Meg had a vague feeling there was more to it then that but since she hated people asking her lots of questions, she wasn't going to do it herself. "So you're Ben Skywalker, Galactic Superhero?"

"Nope, my dad came and got me. So he's still Luke Skywalker, Galactic Superhero," Ben said ruefully.

"Ahh. Well you're still young," Meg told him. "Let your fan base build. And give it a few years. Then I'll bet you get your own series."

Ben smiled. "Do I want my own series?"

"You'll get fan girls. Which," she said after a moment's hesitation, "might be kind of scary. Some of them get a little crazed."

"Why would they do that?" Ben asked, looking alarmed.

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