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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday morning

"Portalocity lounge," Mae read aloud, and heaved a sigh of relief. "Finally. First time I ever travel alone and I get lost in the stupid airport." She walked into the lounge, looked around, and hopped up onto the bench, her duffel bag tucked under her feet. There was plenty of room, since her legs were too short to reach the ground. "Of course, it's bigger than, like, all of Possum Springs put together, so I guess that can't be too surprising. Good thing Mom and Dad insisted I take the early bus."

She tapped her heels on her duffel bag and eyed the door. "And now I'm talking to myself. Good job, Mae. Perfect first impression." She made her eyes comically wide and waved to an imaginary audience. "HeY, I'M mAe, i'M TOtallY NOrmAl, niCE To MEeT yoU." She frowned and tapped her feet harder. "Good job, Killer."

Another glance around the lounge. There wasn't a lot to look at yet.

"I wish I had a video game."

[NEWBIE SHUTTLE TIME! Possibly slightly early, but I want a distraction]

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Kanan actually made an amused snort at that.

"Put my name in the hat to play buddy this semester," he admitted, "but I think someone else won that lottery. I guess you'll have to settle for me showing you the ropes in an unofficial capacity, instead. I hope you're not too disappointed."

... So sue him, he actually kind of was.

"You weren't to know," she consoled him, "If you had, you could've just asked, right? I thought it'd be a fun surprise."

Jack had a strange and not altogether very nice sense of fun sometimes. This probably counted.

Kaidan was going to faint. She smirked a little when she thought about it. "Speaking of big brothers. Kinda living for that moment. If you're there, record it."

She'd seen the tooka pictures. Kaidan deserved it.

"I'll keep my phone at the ready," Kanan chuckled. "One of these days I'll invest in a proper holorecorder. It'd be nice to be able to re-live that moment from every concievable angle."

Because, yeah, Kanan was absolutely holding a small grudge over the tooka pictures.

"I'll need to get one of those," Jack said and pulled a face. "Antique tech, yum yum."

Not really.

"Holorecorders do 360 video, huh?" That, she was interested in. "We have tech that can do something similar but it's expensive as he..ck." She pulled another face when remembering the last time she'd seen it in action. The Illusive Man was someone's bitch in hell and she couldn't be happier about it.

"It's standard tech back home," Kanan explained, nodding. "Not perfect, it's a rare piece of holo equipment that can broadcast something without a blue tint and the occasional flicker or grain, but it's good for working out things like building layouts, say. I didn't have one before because I didn't exactly have anybody I wanted to keep contact with who also had holo tech. But I can pick up a few next time I'm home without even breaking a sweat. The portable kind, I mean. Hera's got some of the bigger, more permanent fixtures on her ship."

Like the dejarik table. Because who didn't like dejarik?

"Yeah? Do that. I'd like to see your version," she encouraged, "Find out if EDI can pair it with an Omni Tool. Wouldn't that just be fun."

So help her if she wouldn't rig the Normandy to have little pop-up holos all over it just to bop out at Vega and make him scream from the startle.

Poor guy.

And yet? Beautiful.

"Alright, then," Kanan replied easily. "Next time Hera and I head back for a job and a grocery run," because they were nothing if not efficient, "I'll see what I can find. They might just be cheap ones, but even cheap is better than nothing."

Then again, maybe they'd just scramble the holofrequency after looting a downed Stormtrooper or two for theirs.

"I wouldn't know cheap from any other kind," Jack said easily, "Plus, I have a Quarian back home who'll wet her suit for any new tech she's never seen before."

Take it apart. Make it better. Complain the entire time about sloppy soldering.

Which reminded her. She gave Kanan a critical look and snorted. "I was going to ask if you needed more hot sauce from back my way but I guess that wasn't for you." Since you were not in evident gastric distress.

Kanan blinked, and then laughed and shook his head.

"Definitely not me, I'm not a spicy food person." Even a little bit. It was a work in progress. "Hera appreciates it, though. I'm pretty sure her mouth is a neutral territory where hot food pauses to look around and just sort of gives up on even trying."

Twi'leks were monsters when it came to what they could eat without a second thought. Kanan was occasionally impressed but horrified at the same time.

"Buddy-roo, no human should be the kind of person that's that kind of 'spicy food person'," Jack informed him with a headshake, "Tuchanka sauce can eat through stone if you leave it sit long enough."

Only a minor exaggeration.

"They were for your Captain? Huh. Cool."

Aww. Big buddy was making more than one friend.

"They made an appearance at the Christmas thing at Hernando's," Kanan explained. "And then Christmas itself came with a package of death at the door that I've been cooking with for her ever since."

He didn't even mind not being able to eat his own cooking. Go figure. He had it pretty bad, pretty obviously, after all.

Jack nodded along with that. "He mentioned the party. I hope he f..racking warned people."

She loved that hot sauce but her mouth and stomach more resembled a Twi'leks than whatever virgin territory Kanan's was. She'd also grown up in a universe with the stuff.

"Remind me sometime when there's no kids around to tell you the last thing he did with some containers of that."

It had been a beautiful moment and it almost brought a tear to her eye that big dumb and cuddly had managed to pull it off.

She reflected a moment later that it miiiiiiight not be the sort of thing Kanan wanted to hear about, much less ever know about. "Or not."

Aww, frack! Kanan was feeling all kinds of flattered that she... was replacing fuckwords with frackwords, basically.

Back on the island, some kids might be highly amused that one of the teachers was swearing up a blue streak in a way that actually meant something to them.

"Oh, come on," Kanan laughed. "You can't lead in with something like that and then not tell me. I'll be chasing you down for that story yet."

Honestly. He was a Jedi, but he'd had a good many trash years in between bouts of vaguely upholding balance or whatever.

Didn't come easy to her, no, but she had a little practice. It was harder when she wasn't directly talking to a kid but aware there might be one close enough by or with sensitive enough hearing to overhear.

She gave him a little smirk but shook her head and gestured at the kids with her chin. "Not around them. I can't make sure they won't hear it." Maybe he could. She had no idea. There were mages and shit on this island, who knew.

"Made me smile." You're welcome for that warning.

"Well, then I know it won't be a boring story," Kanan replied, smirking. That smirk slowly broke into a little grin. Ah, hell. "It's good to have you around, you know. I think the students will appreciate it, too."

Jack snorted, "Remember you said that after I been here a week or so. Your life's about to get a whole lot less boring. Lucky you."

He could probably take it. She gave the students at least 50/50. Jack herself was oddly pleased to be here. Keep an eye on big dumb and squishy - both of them - and get to know the strange little island. Something new. Something new that, so far, hadn't tried to kill her.

She gave that about a week, too.

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