Skywalker Apartment [GFFA, Tuesday evening, Fandom time]

[momslilassassin]

"Fifteen thousand channels and there's still nothing to watch," Ben complained to Ender as he flipped through the stations of the holovid. Outside the windows of the apartment, the constantly-moving stream of air traffic whizzed past. New York had nothing on the lights of Coruscant in the evening. "Unless you're feeling masochistic and want to watch a documentary about my relatives, complete with dusty professors trying to explain what I mean in terms of the legacy." He rolled his eyes. "Honestly. Besides, you'll meet Aunt Leia tomorrow, and she's way more astral than they ever show her in those things."

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[endsthegame]

"Maybe it would be better to build up my expectations, if she's really that astral," Ender said, his eyes occasionally darting towards the window, but no more. "Although I don't have much faith in the power of propaganda."

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"Oh, it depends on when the documentary was filmed to decide if my family is the bane of the galaxy or its only salvation," Ben said. "I think that the post-Jacen versions will swing toward the first thing, which should make the Senate an interesting experience."

[endsthegame]

"Afraid you'll be lynched?"

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"Not afraid," Ben said, rubbing his hand across his mostly blue-free face. "The Senate works more in grumbles than it does in actual violence. But I'm sure they don't forget who I used to work for."

[endsthegame]

"Ah," Ender said, "Our visit will be a subject of political intrigue. Fun."

Not that Ender was good at that kind of thing.

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"You could go alone with Aunt Leia, but I don't think that would be any better," Ben said.

[endsthegame]

"She bears the stain of association," Ender said, wryly. "I don't think it'll matter - I'll fit right in."

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"Assuming you dress like someone here," Ben said with a grin. "Jeans might get stared at."

Headtails and blue skin? No problem. But denim was weird.

[endsthegame]

"I suspected you might have something unobtrusive I could borrow," Ender said, with a light smile to counteract Ben's grin.

[momslilassassin]

"I'm sure I can find you a Twi'lek girls's dancing costume," Ben mused. "How do you feel about halter tops?"

[endsthegame]

"Neutral," Ender said, thoughtfully. "Try another one."

[momslilassassin]

"Metal bikinis? Ooh! Loincloths?"

[endsthegame]

"I'm not sure the metal goes with my complexion."

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"So you'd prefer the loincloth?" Ben asked.

[endsthegame]

"It's pretty civilised," he said, "But I think I'll steal one of those earth-tone robes of yours. Might as well blend in." Pause. "If we take a wrong turn and end up in a desert."

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Ben laughed. "I can find one to leave you in."

[endsthegame]

"Maybe next time," Ender said, "I miss fighting for my life near you."

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"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Ben decided, grinning.

[endsthegame]

"You have low standards, oomo."

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He reached out to kick Ender's foot with his own. "I'm friends with you, aren't I?"

[endsthegame]

"Yes," Ender said, solemnly, "But that's the only good choice you've ever made."

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"I'm leaving you at the rancor pit at the zoo," Ben said, laughing. "I've just decided. Want a snack before you become one?"

Because it had been an hour since they'd last eaten. Sigh, Ben.

[endsthegame]

Ender sat back, watching him with an amused expression. "Has anyone told you you're like a Jewish grandmother, Ben?"

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"Not once," Ben replied, looking a little confused. "Why?"

[endsthegame]

"It's a cultural reference," Ender said, wryly. "I'm sure you have one that's comparable. Don't break your brain over it."

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"I prefer my brain unbroken," Ben agreed. "It makes it easier to pay attention in class." He ducked into the kitchen and returned with a plate full of hubba chips. "Think french fries," he said with a grin, "with a slightly different flavor."

Hubba chips were totally Ben's favorite.

[endsthegame]

"Made of any vegetable I've ever heard of?" Ender asked, wryly, looking up to get a measure of the food.

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"Nope," Ben said easily. "It's vaguely potato-y."

[endsthegame]

"Here's to hoping you don't poison me."

[momslilassassin]

"Ye of little faith," Ben said, taking a handful of the chips and flopping back onto the sofa. "I'm not going to poison you. Weird reaction that makes you stay blue? Maybe. But poison is tacky."

[endsthegame]

"I only let a man dye me blue once," said Ender, which was a complete and utter lie - if it was necessary to stay unobtrusive, he would sit through that whole thing again.

[momslilassassin]

Ben smiled over at him. "Liar," he said fondly. "If it served a larger goal for you, you'd let me paint polka dots on you."

[endsthegame]

"They would look pretty with my complexion."

[momslilassassin]

"Of course I'd make sure they didn't clash," Ben said, looking Terribly Offended.