These Shattered Stars -- Logs

The early morning air is cool with the suggestion of the afternoon's later heat. Freyja pushes her fiery-gold mane back, enjoying the soft caress of cool wind slipping past her face. She's silent for a while, contemplative. Finally she tilts her head and murmurs quietly to Vakkal, seated next to her, "Vakiza? Is... something wrong? You were looking at me strangely after I gave you the sword. Do you not like it? You don't have to take it, you know... hai?"

Vakkal turns to Freyja, and says, "Mmm? Oh. No, not at all. It's an amazing thing. I was more actually stunned that you would give something like this to me."

Freyja gives him a curious look, "Why's that?"

Vakkal replies, "I guess you may not understand some of what this is." He considers, and says, "To be extremely brief, they told us Sith alchemy was inherently Dark, and it would be impossible for the Jedi to use something like it. This Light sword is, according to my teachers, impossible."

Freyja grins cheerfully, gently brushing a shining, errant curl of her hair back from his dark-furred face, "Well, guess they were wrong, hai? And who better to use a Bright sword than a Bright?"

He chuckles, "Apparently so. It will be interesting to see how the more powerful Lords react to it. They may be fascinated. They may demand it, they may be enraged by it... and they may try and prevent the knowledge of how it was made from spreading." He adds, "I was thinking it would be more appropriate for you to use it, as you are Light and do so many impossible things already."

Freyja laughs! "You need not give it to them -- it's not theirs! It was legitimately gifted to us by its former owner... and to be honest, I don't really know how it happened myself!" She grins, running a hand gently along his ruff, "Neh, sweetheart, it's a Bright sword -- we both know it. Also, I already have my blaster, and for swordwork there's my pretty Golden Dancer. To ask for more would be greedy of me."

The Khar Velosi chuckles, "Love, I've got a blaster and a lightsaber too. A lightsaber you made for me, no less. I couldn't ask for more, either. I'm honored to carry this sword, and I'm sure it will see use... but I have no shortage of weapons." He adds, "You take good care of your Huskarl. There is nothing he wants for."

Freyja nods and smiles, "That's fine. Still, though... were you stunned at receiving it simply because it was unusua- er, well... I guess unique, really?" She listens to his last comment -- then blushes with pleasure, "Thank you, Vakiza! I try hard to live up to your inspiration."

He says, "I was stunned you would give me something you had just made, something new and unique and never before seen. It is a great honor, and I am pleased you consider me worthy."

Freyja listens carefully, then considers a moment. Finally she smiles, leaning forward to hug him warmly, "Sweetheart, I gave it to you because you're unique yourself -- you're special, and I think you deserve it." She adds gravely, "And if it must be used in warfare, best for it to be used by the honorable."

He embraces her warmly and snuggles close, relaxing there with her and letting the glide of the speeder rock the both of them. He says, "Thank you, Freyja," and leaves it at that.

Freyja cuddles comfortably with Vakkal for a while, thinking. After a moment she adds thoughtfully, "Hey, Vakkal, Fhazil? Did you guys feel Methel-ssa sort of, um... 'tug' on the Force while she was meditating at that meeting about whether to loan us a ship or neh? Could either of you tell what she was doing there?"

Fhazil turns around from where he's sitting in the front of the speeder with Zero and says, "Yeah, I noticed that. I suspect she was trying to farsee what might happen."

Freyja looks curious, "Huh. Usually that takes at least an hour to do, unless you're gifted at it. I wonder what she saw?"

Fhazil says, "She's always been good at it, and she'll use a hint of a feeling from the Force, rather than trying to see a whole scene. She may have seen a glimpse, or have just caught a feeling of rightness or wrongness."

Freyja nods interestedly, "She must be good at it then." She considers another moment, then smiles ruefully, "Remember how you asked if I'd ride with Fan if Ghang asked? You seemed surprised when I said neh. Do you want to know why I said that?"

Fhazil says, "I was more surprised you thought you'd have a choice in the matter, and the vehemence of your negativity. Why would you refuse?"

Freyja says soberly, "Fan makes his people bleed needlessly for him. He's willing to kill the innocent in order to maybe catch the few annoying him. He considers hunting people to be sport, and has been collecting Soulguards not for honor -- but to have this 'sport' at the expense of the honor of many. As Zero has noted, he is self-centered, myopic, arrogant, and immature."

Freyja considers a moment, then adds, "Keeping all that in mind, I'm reminded of the wisdom you and Vakkal have drummed into me regarding trusting Sith lords. You both said quite specifically never to trust a Sith lord that wasn't a Warlord... and to trust those only to stick to the absolute letter of their word."

Freyja quietly continues, "That being the case, it'd be sheerest folly to trust the Sith Lord Fan any further than we can throw him. He's just the sort to report a so-tragic accident by the time he arrived at Ziost."

Freyja says, "So neh... I have neh intention of accepting a lift from him, even if the honorable Sith lord Ghang asked me to. I'd be sorry, I'd apologize and, if he asked, explain my reasoning to him -- although to neh other -- but I wouldn't willingly go anywhere with Fan. You couldn't pay me enough to so risk those I love." She smiles quietly, "And Fan or neh Fan... we always have a choice."

Vakkal murmurs, "That sounds like Lord Fan, yes. And it sounds like a good way to treat them."

Fhazil says, "Well, we'll see. I hope -- as you do -- that it won't come to that, but it will be a while before Ghang's big ship is ready to leave, and they may want to speed the talks." He adds, "We can all be wary of that situation, then, and make sure to object, and refuse as soon as possible."

Freyja adds a little sadly, "In a way, I'm sorry the Sith lord Methel-ssa is so perceptive... in another way, it was a bit of teaching I needed. I got mentally lazy with your lord, Fhazil, and as a consequence, I wanted to like Methel-ssa as well. After all, the Ghang seems like a nice man genuinely trying to do his best."

Freyja shakes her head ruefully, "That's not who Methel-ssa is, though, and I need to remember that. She, like the other Sith lords... well. I shall have to stop being at all expressive around them." She sighs and quietly adds, "A pity, in a way. It's hard to be honest when you're wearing a mask all the time."

Vakkal shakes his head and says, "No, it's a good thing. You don't want to be honest with many Sith Lords. You want to be careful. You may even want to be truthful... but if you're honest, they can see what you'll be vulnerable to, and hurt you."

Freyja leans quietly against Vakkal, thinking. Finally she says slowly, "We... aren't going to have peace with the Empire, ever, are we? At best we'll have an armed truce... but the Sith lords will always be watching and waiting for anything they think is weakness... like carrion crows."

Fhazil says, "I think that's probably one of the more optimistic views." Vakkal sighs and says, "There are some of the Lords who will never give up their attempt to dominate everything. Just knowing there is something they don't own will make them insane, or more insane, as the case may be. They'll look for excuses to fight. They'll invent them. They'll just randomly attack. They do that now with the other Lords." He adds, "I never thought that was a problem, before. It's just how it is."

Freyja says slowly, "So... more than we realize rides on the Dark Lord and his choice of Dark Lady. They're going to set the tone for the Empire's relations with the Republic." She thinks a moment, then says quietly, "The Republic needs to learn how to defeat the Empire, I fear... because even if we manage to broker a peace, I doubt it will hold for long."

Fhazil says, "The Republic really doesn't have to beat the Empire... they have to beat the Moot. Once the worst of the Lords are gone, and those that remain see there's no profit in it, it should get better, right?"

Vakkal asks, "How do you convince them there's no profit in it? If you could do that, you could just do that now."

Freyja drums her slender golden fingers lightly on the 'speeder's frame as she considers further. Finally she says thoughtfully, "I wonder why they're even bothering with peace. It doesn't make sense, according to their emotional makeup -- to stop when they're winning, and to agree to back out of what they've conquered just for two people."

Fhazil says, "Ah... well... I suspect that Lord Ghang never meant the offer to be possible."

Freyja says, "There must be some other motivation we don't know about yet." She looks consideringly at Fhazil, "Well, isn't the Moot, in a sense, already 'defeated' by the Dark Lord? So it really is him we need to convince of the lack of profitability in attacking us." She gives Vakkal a wry look, "Neh idea, sweetheart," then blinks at Fhazil, "He didn't? That's silly. Surely he knew better than that.""

Vakkal says, "No... the Moot and the Dark Lord are at odds with one another. It may be one of the reasons this war is being so energetically pushed, in that it keeps them from being at each other's throats."

Fhazil says, "In Sith space getting both of those people, dead or alive, would be nigh-impossible. The idea that you've gone and fetched them is a miracle. Ghang may still drag his feet until he has them in his hands -- and he may have his own reasons for not wanting the war to proceed."

Freyja considers, then grins mischievously, "That must be it! The Dark Lord is looking for a dashing triat to help him defeat the Moot, right?" She giggles, obviously teasing.

Fhazil says, "Don't let him hear you say that! He'll take you up on it!" He is smiling, but there is a trace of real concern there.

Freyja looks curiously at Fhazil, "I'm sorry, you lost me there. Are you saying the Sith were sure they-" She blinks startledly at Fhazil -- then laughs! "Great Valhalls, that wasn't an offer! We're not assassins; he can use his Hands for that sort of behavior." She smiles ruefully, shaking her head once, then continues, "Anyway. Were you saying the Sith thought it would be impossible to catch Kalatis and Khoud, or that were they in Sith space they'd be nigh unfindable?"

Fhazil says, "Both. They'd have slipped away quietly, and probably changed their aspects significantly. In addition they'd have run to different supporters, and the factions would keep them apart to gain power against one another. They'd have become bargaining chips in Moot politics, and likely never been returned."

Freyja says, "Huh. Interesting." She nods as she thinks, "Hai, I figured Ghang would try the excuse of saying he had to have them both in hand before peace. I'm not sure what to try at that point, though. I'm not willing to just hand two people over to, in effect, the Empire's Moot, especially when one of them's really sick."

Vakkal mutters, "He'll fit right in."

Fhazil says, "A delay might be fine with Ghang; that lets the pressure cooker of politics in the Moot build until something breaks. If he's got his people in the right places he can either cause the break or profit from it directly or indirectly. I don't know how many levels of game he's playing."

Freyja giggles at Vakkal, running her slender fingers through his ruff, "You're funny, sweetheart!" She thinks a bit, sighs softly, then smiles ruefully, "Still, if Ghang says neh peace before he has them, then there's neh reason for us all to stick around waiting -- we can go back to Republic space, and not worry about wyrdling Sith lords on Ziost wanting to get their hands on us." She curiously adds to Fhazil, "What pressure cooker? Is it they, or the Dark Lord, who're pushing this war?"

Vakkal looks very happy at fingers in fur. Fhazil says, "The effect of stopping this war will be putting pressure all over the Moot, as plans that were put in motion have to be stopped, and as Lords suddenly find themselves looking at their neighbors with all these idle troops on hand... or looking at their heavily armed neighbor and fearing what they may do."

Freyja grins, "Ah, I understand." She adds dryly, "The Ghang must be feeling quite confident to do that while he's away from his demesnes."

Fhazil says, "Or that the return would be worth the risk. If he feels he's at stalemate all around, this might be what he needs to move forward on his interests again. Ghang usually works at two or three levels of remoteness. Methel-ssa usually works at one or two. The Dark Lord seems to work at five or six... or more, it's very hard to say."

Freyja sighs, shaking her head, "Goddess... neh wonder these people have neh friends."

Fhazil says, "I never thought about it before I met you. It didn't seem to be a problem then." Vakkal nods in agreement, and Fhazil finishes, "I think I was wrong."

Freyja smiles with sad sympathy, leaning to gently hug Fhazil, "It's all right, sweetheart... you have us." She sits back a moment later and frowns thoughtfully, "Well... I shall simply have to refuse to communicate with them any more. A polite aristoi mask, nothing more." She sighs again, adding with a rueful smile, "It's not my favorite way to be. I don't know how you all feel, but if you're not that excited by this false-peace process, then maybe we can talk Master Sarn into letting us leave early. It's not like our presence will be of any assistance, after all, after this."

Vakkal nods, "I hope that's true, and Master Sarn will let us go back to your Master. Balmorra sounds wonderfully simple and safe right now." Fhazil says, "Poor Sarn, having to try and fathom how this all works."

Freyja grins at Vakkal, "And maybe, if they're lucky, some of your species can come live there too!" She smiles ruefully at Fhazil, "Well, I do intend to update him on all this. He should know we're basically wasting our time and being used by the Sith lords simply to further their own purposes -- not really forging peace at all, unfortunately."

Vakkal says, "That would be nice. Even if it's just Saleyn." Fhazil chuckles, "How can you say 'just Saleyn' with a straight face?" Vakkal sticks his tongue out at Fhazil, who laughs, then asks Freyja, "Do you think Master Sarn understands this already, or will he be surprised?"

Freyja smiles and shrugs gracefully, "Who knows, Fhaziza?" A little sadly she adds, "I'd guess after two months trapped on the Malice... he has a painfully, piercingly clear understanding."

Fhazil says, "Or he's very, very sore," and snickers.

Vakkal harrumphs, "You're just jealous."

Freyja tchs amusedly at Fhazil, then says gravely, "Hai, I'd guess he knows. I hope it's not dangerous for him. I'd like to be sure he gets out safely... and the poor Vice Chancellor as well." Unhappily she adds "What an accidental victim."

Both Fhazil and Vakkal nod. Fhazil says, "Hopefully he'll either get much more understanding quickly, or they'll think he's worthless and ignore him."

Freyja quietly adds, "I wonder what the Ghang's response would be if I simply asked him if he really ever intended peace." She's silent a moment, considering, then shakes her head dismissively, "It wouldn't be honest, so it doesn't matter." A little wistfully she adds, "I'm sorry about him. I did like talking to him."

Vakkal says, "You don't like talking to him any more?" Fhazil says, "I suspect he would admit he can't discuss it, or that he isn't sure."

Freyja says sadly, "Neh, not that, Vakiza... it's that I can't trust him any more."

Vakkal says, "Oh? What do you see has changed? He's the same Lord he always was."

Freyja says, "Any of them, really. I may be getting a truth... but not honesty. I don't care to be someone's manipulated puppet like that, nor would I ask those I love to put up with that."

Fhazil says, "The same treacherous, manipulative tempter who tried to lure you to the Dark side. I couldn't believe he did that."

Freyja smiles amusedly, "He had to ask, silly. Didn't you notice my asking him the same thing, in regard to the Light?"

Fhazil grins, and says, "You did, didn't you? Be quite the upset if he Fell."

Freyja says, "Might be a relief for him. I suspect he doesn't miss having neh friends... until I pointed it out to him. Then he had to tell me several times he did, he really did have friends!" Quietly, a little sadly, she adds, "Methinks the Lord doth protest too much..."

Vakkal says, "If anyone could do it, it would be Freyja." Fhazil nods.

Freyja laughs! "Oh, right, cause a Sith lord to turn Bright -- I don't think so!" She grins amusedly at the two of them, "Flatterers!"

Vakkal says, "You're the one who's snuggling with the Bright and talking to your lover the Sith. Not quite so shocking if you were Sith yourself, but you're Jedi."

Freyja giggles, "Hai, but you guys aren't Lords, and I had a chance to get to know you while you were injured, and for a bit of time you actually needed me. It was in your best interests to really be peaceful. That condition doesn't exist with Ghang, and I'd be stunned if it ever did."

Fhazil says, "Wouldn't Ghang have to be stunned or actually even hurt, not you?" He is grinning cheerfully.

Freyja leans forward and gently pokes Fhazil, grinning, "Silly." She sits back, then says a little sadly, "Besides, I'm not sure I'd believe Ghang being charmingly peaceful anyway -- I'd wonder if he were just manipulating me to take care of him until he didn't need me any more."

Fhazil asks, "Why didn't you wonder that about me?"

Vakkal adds, "You could be being manipulated this very minute." Fhazil says, "Hey, fondling doesn't count!"

Freyja muses thoughtfully, "I think I've lost my trust for Sith lords." She grins mischievously at Fhazil, her eyes sparkling, "You were actually interested in me, silly!" She casually flips a strand of fiery gold hair back over her shoulder and airily adds, "That gave me time to work my sneaky Jedi wiles on you, y'know?" Then she hastily adds, "Neh, wait, spells! Hai, that's it -- Jedi spells." She giggles, adding, "Isn't that what the Sith lords fear we'll do?"

Vakkal snickers, then says, "No, I mean that."

Fhazil says, "It worked for Master Sarn too. If all the Jedi would just turn up and be nice to all the Sith, who knows what would happen."

Freyja grins, remembering the holovid the Sith lord Ghang had showed her of them dancing, and the screamingly lurid headlines... then she grins lazily at Vakkal, "Who're you referring to as manipulated, sweetie -- and by whom?" She smiles ruefully at Fhazil, "The non-lords might have changes of heart, but I doubt the Sith lords would care, except maybe to be angry at losing control of their people."

Fhazil says, "Enough good people go away, or quietly prevent things from working, then it affects even the most awful Lords. Many of the less-awful and lesser ones would be affected first, and that would affect the Moot."

Vakkal says, "Hard to say. By whom would be the Dark Lord. He could be manipulating you, or me, or Lord Ghang, or maybe just the press and people's hearts and desires. It would be just like him to arrange, very indirectly, for a number of handsome, friendly, credible journeymen to interact with Jedi, counting on biology and romance to bring the two together, and then to carefully reel that relationship or relationships in to the place he needs them."

Freyja nods to Vakkal, "Hai, exactly. That's why I want to remove us from this fake peace process. Let him manipulate that!"

Vakkal says, "Ah, but what if that's what he wants?" and grins.

Freyja nods to Fhazil, "That's why they'd be upset, I imagine." To Vakkal she says firmly, "Then he'll get it. If he wants more than that... he can come asking nicely, cap-a-hand -- and I don't know about you, but not only do I doubt that'll ever occur, but I'm in neh mood to play nice with nasty arrogant Sith lords a-more!" Freyja's accent tends to get thicker when she's indignant.

Vakkal leans over and nuzzles Freyja, saying, "And this is why you'll do fine -- you know when to say, 'Who cares if it's what the Dark Lord wanted -- I'm doing what I need!'"

Fhazil says, "And she has such a lovely way of saying it," as he admires the fiery redhead.

Freyja grins and gently nuzzles back, then smiles, "Well, you have to draw a line somewhere... and I've neh desire to see my friends abused by petty, spiteful Sith lord games."

Vakkal says, "Well, I'm sure we have no desire to see you abused in any way, Sith Lord or no."

Freyja giggles with quiet affection at Fhazil, then smiles at Vakkal, "Hai, I know. It's one of the reasons we care so much about each other, I think -- we know the others care also."

The drive to Magernkl's is uneventful, the road being easy to follow, if little traveled lately. At the second turning the party turns, and the farmhouse is clearly visible. Even at this early hour a group of workers can be seen toiling in the fields, almost out of site but revealed by a large cloud of dust.

The farmhouse is a big affair, three stories tall with some outbuildings. It looks like enough people to run a huge plantation could live there -- that is, in fact, how it seems to be done.

Freyja brushes her fiery-gold hair out of her eyes and studies the scene as they drive up. "Mmm... dust... gonna be a scorcher of a day..."

As soon as the landspeeder has settled, a couple of furry, four-legged animals come running out, making a surprising amount of noise and drawing easy attention to themselves and the fact that there are new people here. Despite having significant teeth and claws, the pair seems more intent on getting close to everyone than on hurting anyone. They find Vakkal particularly fascinating, although he looks somewhat uncomfortable at the attention, "Hey! Get off me! Shoo!"

Zero says, "Well. No need to be announced..."

Freyja giggles at Vakkal's resigned expression as she keeps the basket of muffins safely up out of quadrupedal canid reach. She looks around, then heads for the huge farmhouse, calling, "Halloa, the house! We've come from the Magentoch's -- anyone home?" She pats the head of one panting, frehkee-like thing as it checks her out, "Heiyo there, furry beastie! Where's your clanfolks, mmm?"

Shortly after Freyja yells the main door opens and a sturdy looking woman comes out. She's tall for a human and obviously strong. Many would not call her "pretty," but "handsome" might easily apply. She has long hair, mostly white with a few remaining dark hairs in it, pulled back in a long braid; wears a sturdy pair of pants, boots, a tough-looking plastic-coated apron; and a sidearm and knife. Stepping out of the door, the first thing she says is a sharp command, "Hey! Get away, you silly dawgs! Knock it off!"

Freyja grins as the dawgs scatter guiltily, then smiles at the woman, "Good morn, kuras. Kuras Magentoch sends her greetings and a basket of muffins for the Magernkls." She holds up the basket in explanation, adding, "Plus we thought perhaps we might be of some assistance to you?"

Her command and the sharp glare get the dogs to calm a little and back off, but they linger in the area, sniffing, watching, panting, and wagging their tails interestedly. Once they've minded, she looks at the new party and says, "Hello and welcome, strangers. I am Dame Magernkl, head of this household." Freyja's greeting is received, and she says, "Well, that's good news. Come in, and we'll see what we can do." She leads the way in to the farmhouse.

Freyja grins cheerfully at her friends, Good start, hey? and follows the woman in. She's pleased -- she was wondering what heads-of-clan were titled as.

Zero glides along quietly, watching. They seem all right.

The house is not exciting, but clean. Little in it appears heavily based in technology, although there is a big HoloNet receiver in the main room, along with several groups of comfortable chairs and a large number of books. The Dame leads them in and says, "Make yourselves comfortable." She perches on the edge of a chair, adding, "My name is Jyn, and I am Dame of the household. It is my pleasure and honor to meet you all." She looks expectantly at the group. One of the curious dogs has followed and is trying to continue sniffing at Vakkal.

Zero bows politely. Freyja seats herself on a chair and snaps her fingers invitingly at the dawg, trying to persuade it to leave poor Vakkal alone, as she replies, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dame Jyn. I hight Padawan Freyja Rigg of Balmorra, and that is my brother Padawan Zero Satau of Sedrak. Over there is my huskarl Vakkal of Haus Rigg, and that's Journeyman Fhazil Taas of Ziost. We heard you might be able to use some assistance, and since I'm good with animals and Zero's good with machinery..." her tone gets inquiring, "perhaps we could help some?"

Vakkal sends, Do you think this creature wants to attack me or to be my new mate... I can't tell...

Freyja giggles mentally at Vakkal, I think he's trying to figure out what you are, sweetheart!

Zero shrugs imperceptibly. A little of column A, a little of column B... Freyja's lips twitch as she carefully doesn't giggle at Zero's comment!

Jyn nods to each of them and says, "Help with the animals and in the fields will be appreciated, of course. If you can get our 'puller moving it would be an amazing boon, and we would be in your debt." She sighs and says, "I don't know how Great-Grandmother did it without them, and we don't have enough equipment or animals to do it properly now, but we're trying. We'll manage some of the fields. Hopefully enough to feed everyone."

Fhazil also does not laugh at Zero's comment, although he has to make an effort. Instead he says, "We will be happy to do what we can, Dame Magernkl."

Freyja smiles, "Well, Vakkal and I aren't farmers, but we're strong and willing to help however we can, and I suspect between them Zero and Fhazil can at the very least tell you what needs doing for the machinery. Would you like us to get started?"

Jyn looks a bit wary and says, "I hate to ask such a blatant question, but what do you expect to get for your day's work? Food? Money? Permanent positions?"

Freyja says, "We'd like any information or help you can give us, please, in finding the rogue Jedi who are out here. You can verify this with Dame Rose Magentoch."

Jyn looks a little startled, "Well. We can do that. We can also give you a meal or two. I fear we have no more room for permanent staff, but a meal we can arrange."

Freyja adds thoughtfully, "Umm... a chance to clean up at the end of the day, and maybe a place to sleep under cover would be nice too? And if you know anyone else who needs help -- we'd appreciate that too, please!" She adds cheerfully, "We have some food of our own, if you'd like to make some nail soup."

The woman nods and says, "Cleaning up is no problem. We're out of bedrooms in the house, but I'm sure we can find something warm and dry. This season that's usually easier than not." She adds, "Let's get y'all to work," and calls in via a comm system of some sort to the fields. She finds out harvest can use more help than prep, so sends Freyja and Vakkal off to a particular field, letting them know to look for Ry. Fhazil and Zero she shows the shop next to the house, saying, "Tools are here. Do you want to have a go, or should I call our man Aull over to give you a rundown on what we know?"

Freyja beams at the woman, calling over one shoulder, "Thanks!" as she bounds lightly out of the house with Vakkal. She leaves her overcloak in the 'speeder, pulls on her leather gloves, and grins at Vakkal, "Let's go! Bet we can help make for happier lizards and a strong pair of backs, if nothing else, eh?"

Vakkal says, "I'm confident I can do that. Hopefully they won't have as much trouble with me as the pets did."

Freyja giggles, trotting along with Vakkal as she hastily braids her hair into a loose, shining plait of fiery gold. She tosses it back over her shoulder when done, then waves and calls out as they approach the field, "Heiyo, we're looking for Ry! Dame Magernkl sent us out to help?"

Ry is a large man with a big grin, and a wide straw hat. He says, "Hello. You must be Freyja, and you Vakkal." The group is leading a pair of large dray lizards yoked to a machine which cuts down the grain and dumps it in a trough. It does a first threshing, then dumps the stalks on the ground. People moving with it shovel out the collected grain in to sacks, which are then put in a big wheelbarrow like thing and moved back to one of the outbuildings.

Freyja is given a hat and, since she says she knows animals, works with the lizards. They are not interesting creatures, but very strong and very good at what they do. They are, surprisingly, radio controlled. Vakkal is given a shovel, and told to fill bags. Eventually he winds up carrying them around, and unloading the barrow/cart in the barn with Ry.

Freyja is rather startled to hear the animals are controlled with radio. She studies the little box for a moment in astonishment, then simply looks up at the lizards and puzzledly asks, "So... why does the Dame hate lizards? Are these guys obstreperous or something? And... radio?! Why's that?"

The woman Freyja is working with is also the large strapping variety -- this kind of work seems to encourage that kind of person -- and she laughs heartily and says, "These guys are not, no. I think the Dame remembers them before we had the drive implants. Then, yes, they were a royal pain sometimes."

She shows Freyja the drivebox she has; it's a couple of switches and a joystick. "When the switch here is on," she explains, "an implant in the lizard's head gives it a sense of happiness. The joystick moves that generated feeling around in its brain to get it to want to walk the way we want it to walk, by making it think there's better things there. That's what the Sith told us anyway, and it seems to work well."

Freyja gives the woman a horrified look, "You put a machine in their heads?! Oh my goddess, why?!"

The woman gives Freyja an odd look, "Because it's faster and easier on everyone to work with them this way? They assured us that the animals aren't bothered by them."

Freyja says, "How do you know?" She realizes the woman is just following orders, and sighs, "Never mind, I know this isn't your fault. I'll just ask them." She trots around to walk slowly backwards in front of the big beasts and calls to them, speaking through the Force as well, "Heiyo! Can you hear me with that thing in your heads?"

The lizard blinks and looks up at Freyja, then replies slowly and ponderously, "Uh... hello." It blinks at her again and adds, "Hey, you talk." The other lizard blinks slowly and adds, "Oh. Hello. We talk."

Freyja grins, "Hai. I'm fortunate that way. So tell me... do you remember a time when you didn't have odd feelings turning up in your heads? Do you remember when this wasn't fun?"

The drays do not reply for a moment. One of them finally says, "Like at night? Not fun at night. Big barn, no fields. Sleepy then."

Freyja frowns thoughtfully, still pacing slowly backwards before them... then she trots around to the woman, "Hey, may I have that box for a moment, please? You showed me how to work it, so I'll be careful, all right?"

The woman says, "Sure, if you want," and hands the drivebox to Freyja, "Were you trying to talk to them? These guys aren't smart enough to talk."

Freyja smiles, accepting the radio control box, "Thank you, and you're right -- ordinarily they're not." She trots back around to pace along next to the lizards, "All right, you feel fun now, right?" She turns the box to off, then says, "How do you feel now?" She's ready for a possible sudden, startled burst of movement, bracing to move quickly herself if necessary.

When Freyja flips the switch, the lizards stop. They look around and one sees Freyja, saying, "We stop now? All dull." It looks around, mildly confused, adding, "Not in barn?" The other lizard adds, "Go to barn?" and tugs gently at the yoke that way to demonstrate.

Freyja smiles, "Neh, not yet. C'mon," as she slips a small hand along one trailing trace, "Got to keep moving, guys." Once they're moving properly again, she asks, "So... why were you cranky before? You're being so nice now."

Both lizards look confused. One says, "Okay," and leans in to the yoke. The other says nothing, but follows the lead. Freyja wonders if the lizards have enough memory to recall the time before the implants. Internally she sighs softly, utterly revolted at the idea of turning living creatures into machines. She waits to see if they reply, knowing it will take time for them to think.

The first lizard replies, "Cranky? Before?" and the second says, "Hey! You talk!"

Freyja smiles sadly, "Hai, I talk. Do you remember a time before when it was fun out here?"

The big lizard walks along slowly, thinking. It finally replies, "Not sure what you mean. Usually nice outside." The second lizard says, "Hey! Food!" and stops to nibble at the grain it's supposed to be harvesting. It only takes a couple of moments for the second lizard to say, "Bleh. Not food," and start walking again.

Freyja walks silently along next to the lizards for a while, thinking. Vakkal can feel her pain at what the Sith have done to the poor animals, and at the farmers for being stuck in such a situation that violating the animals so makes perfect sense to them. Finally she says to the more loquacious lizard, "Do you remember a time when it wasn't nice out?"

The woman walking with Freyja and the lizards says, "Hey, coming up on the end of the row. You've got the drivebox. Just turn right, and we'll work our way inwards."

The lizard ponders with deep lizardy thought. It says, "Nighttime? Not sure? No?"

Freyja nods to the woman, "All right," then says to the lizards, "We need to turn. Follow me, all right?" She takes a harness strap and leads them through the turn, adding to the lizard, "It's all right... don't worry about it."

The lizards say, "What? Hey! Going this way! No, this way!" and don't much want to turn.

Freyja sighs softly, "Come on, please -- this way?" She tugs the strap, leading them around the corner and feeling horrible. She can't think of a good reason to leave the box off, unfortunately... and once it's on, she can't think why these people would need someone who's good with animals. She'd be more effective, and feel less nauseated, just shoveling grain.

The lizards eventually agree, "Okay! That way!" and "Hey! This way now!" and turn the corner, only wobbling a little.

Freyja pats the shoulder of the one closest to her, saying sadly, "It was nice talking to you..." She stops, looking down at the little box in her hands as the lizards pace slowly by... then turns it back on. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling an absurd prickle of tears behind her eyelids -- then simply rubs her eyes roughly with the back of one black-gloved hand, striding swiftly back to the woman. She thrusts the box into the woman's hands, saying quietly, "Here. You don't need someone who's good with animals. I'll go help shovel grain." She turns and hastily goes to the back of the machine, grabbing a shovel to help... and trying to lose that sick feeling in the simple repetitive effort of hard physical labor.

The woman says, "Uh... okay... is everything all right?" and looks a mite concerned. Vakkal overhears and adds his own question, Freyja, are you okay?

Freyja nods brusquely to the woman, her face turned away. To Vakkal she simply says, Feels like I just violated children... She puts her back into shoveling, not wanting to think about it. Vakkal, having heard most of the conversation with the woman, simply responds with a mental blast of warmth and support, and goes to take another barrowful of sacks back to the barn. Freyja works with grim intensity through the day, carefully not spending any time around the poor drugged lizards.

Fhazil and Zero climb onto the big machine and attack the problem with some gusto. Power is okay, systems check is okay, but she won't move. Fhazil says, "I'm in over my head on this one, brother mine," but is useful at fetching tools and helping open the big access plates on the oversized machine.

Zero hrms. "Better climb down and check the drive train." He takes off his cloak, then thinks better of it and ties his sleeves back in knots to keep them up past his elbows. Something tells him he's going to be spending some time becoming acquainted with the inside of the block, and he does not feel like getting caught in a belt today.

Zero's voice echoes out of one of the access panels, "Hey, Fhazil, I found it. There's a joint sheared off in here... in the darkest recesses of the machine, naturally." His head pokes down from the hatch. "We're going to need a new one. Or at least a working replacement."

Fhazil says, "Oy. Let's see if they have a replacement. Should we just tear the place apart looking, or should I round up... uh, what was his name? Aull? ...and ask?"

Zero says, "Best to ask, I think. If nothing else we'll have to find a place to machine out a new one."

Fhazil says, "You want to try and get that one out while I ask, or should we both go?"

Zero says, "Why don't you go on and ask, I'm going to be a while... this joint is so far to the bottom of the drive train as to be underneath it. It's going to take some time. I tell you what, if we can't find one here, comm me and I'll run to meet you, and we'll see if Magentoch at least has tools for a new one."

Fhazil uses the building comm to call the Dame and ask for Aull's help, saying, "We think we know what's broken... now we need to see if you've a spare." The Dame replies, "Wait there. I'll send Aull over to check. He'll know what spares we have."

Zero disassembles, Fhazil helping where he can. Shortly Aull arrives and says, "Hello, fellows! The Dame tells me you think you know what's wrong... I hope so. How can I help out?"

Zero clanks out of the hatch again, wiping his forehead on one of his sleeves. "Aiyah. Well, there is a universal joint sheared off down the center in the drive train. Metal fatigue, I would guess. We will need to replace it. Do you have a spare?"

Aull says something of one syllable, with four letters and fairly offensive. He adds more helpfully, "No, we haven't. That's going to be a real pain to get. The place that made this 'puller got themselves burned down several years ago."

"Hm. Well, that is a problem," Zero replies, in typically unhurried fashion. He lowers himself carefully out of the hatch. "Well. Perhaps Magentoch might have the tools to refurbish this one? There's very little deformation -- it's just split cleanly. With time and tools I might be able to repair it."

Aull says, "If Magentoch's got the power to run their shop, they probably have the tools. They've had problems with power. Bunch of their recharge panels got destroyed when the silos got hit."

Zero smiles a bit, lopsidedly. "Already taken care of. Do you think they'd mind if we borrowed a bit of time in their shop to fix this for you?"

Aull replies, "I don't think so. We can call and ask 'em, if they've got power again... they'll leave their comm up." He works the building comm and makes the call. Rose is happy to hear from him and says that yes, by golly, they've got power again and would be happy to help them get their puller fixed, if all it'll take is time in the shop.

Zero says, "Well then, that's easily done. Fhazil and I will get the joint down out of the machine and take the speeder over. I don't think it will be more than an hour or two if all goes well."

Aull says, "That would be wonderful! Ma'd be very grateful." He echoes what the Dame said when he says, "I 'spect the clan would owe you for that one."

Zero smiles and shakes his head, waving a hand dismissively, "Sah, you don't owe us anything. We're just looking to find the rogue Jedi here. All we ask is that you pass along any information you hear, and we're square, aiyah?"

Aull chuckles, and says, "You tell that to Ma, okay?" He seems to think it will not be an easy point to win, but doesn't seem to want to argue over it.

Zero nods, with a faint smile, "I think I understand. All right." He turns to Fhazil, "Let's get this done, then. We'll have to lower it out diagonally and then turn it..."

Wrenching the part from the 'puller is straightforward but lots of work. Fhazil and Zero are then able to run over to Magentoch's to try and repair it. Fel is in the shop, working on something delicate and complicated on one of the big benches there. Zero clears his throat politely so as not to disturb the man.

Fel smiles and says, "Hello! Mama told me you'd be coming along, and that you think you can fix Magernkl's puller! That's wonderful news. What's ailing it?"

Zero says, "A split universal joint. They have no spares, but I think the flaw in the metal hasn't distorted it badly. I think it can be repaired, if you don't mind our imposing for an hour or so."

Fel says, "I don't mind at all. But a repair on something that bears that much stress? I don't know if it will work. Wouldn't it be better to replace it?"

Zero says, "As I said, they have no replacements. Apparently the part can't be had anymore. This would appear to be the only choice."

Fel smiles a sly smile, "Well... even before the Sith bombed us, I was good at fixing things. I was -- no, I am the best millwright you'll find anywhere nearby. I bet we could fabricate 'em up a new one." He adds, his smile becoming a grin, "I'd love to help, anyway. Haven't had the ability and an excuse to run the big mill in more than a year."

Zero grins, "Well, in that case, clearly what we need is to machine a new universal joint."

Fel's grin spreads and he says, "Let's do it!" It takes all three of them to get the big piece of steel stock into position for the first cut, but after that Fel and his big milling machine, the broken part, and some careful measuring, work along intently together for a couple of hours.

The big machine is an impressive thing that lubricates and cuts along guides Fel can control while it's running. All the waste is washed down into a collector, and the oil recycled. When he's done, after washing the new parts with hot, soapy water to get the last of the lubricant off of them, Fel presents Zero with a shining new part, "How's that for fixed, eh?" He's beaming happily.

Zero smiles and nods approvingly. "I do not impress easily, but I am impressed, Fel. That really is an impressive machine you have, too... I would have thought we'd have to go offworld for fabrication like this."

Fel says, "Heck no! Lots of these around if you know where to look. Lots of folks don't like having to go that far away to get parts for things. Give me enough time and enough metal stock, and I can build lots of things out here. I'm not good at electronics, though, so I can't build everything. Most stuff I do is smaller."

Zero hmms. "You don't have any electronic work outstanding right now, do you? Perhaps I could do some work in trade for this for you?"

Fel says, "Nothing really electronic at the moment. Mostly mechanical work." He pushes the part towards Zero and says, "Any of that can wait... Get this back to Magernkl, and they can owe us if they want. It was an easy thing for me to do that'll mean a lot to them."

Zero nods, "All right then, thank you again, Fel. Thank you very much." On the way back to the speeder he mentions to Fhazil (around a small puff for breath as they wrestle the part into the speeder), "You know, this reminds me a bit of home."

Fhazil grins, "I want to go there sometime and meet your folks. Sounds like a nice place."

Zero nods. "It's a lot better now than it was. I suppose most agri-worlders have qualities in common simply by the nature of the work. It's funny, you know, but the same architecture most Dantooine field-houses use, we use on Sedrak because of the monsoon."

The faux stretches and sniffs the new part all around, and curls up over it, protectively. She knows it's important. Zero glances at the faux, nods, and says, "Carry on, then."

The trip back to Magernkl's is uneventful, as is the difficult job of reinstalling the new part. Fel will be thrilled to hear it fits perfectly. The long day is ending as Zero and Fhazil finish, Fhazil carefully making sure all the tools got put back where they came from. Dame Magernkl comes over and says, "Hello, boys. How goes it?"

Zero climbs down from the hatch again and unties his sleeves, affecting as good a bow as he can manage under the circumstances. "Dame Magernkl. I believe we're all done here, with some generous help from the Magentochs. They were able to machine a replacement for the damaged part, when I assumed the best we could do is repair it. Having seen the quality of Fel's work, I would trust this machine to pull a sarlacc." He smiles a bit.

The older woman says, "You... you fixed it?!" She looks shocked, then says, "Well, let's see it move. Pull it out into the yard, if you can. Or should I get Aull to do it?"

Zero says, "Oh, I think I can manage this; the drive system seems fairly straightforward." He climbs up to the control seat and looks around. "Aiyah, no problem for us... going to scare the daylights out of every kath hound in the province though..."

Zero carefully checks the brakes, then revs up the big machine's power plant. "All right then... let's see you move, monster." He releases the brake, then grins as the machine lurches a bit as the brake releases, then begins to roll ahead. He waves down to Fhazil and Dame Magernkl, "Sounds good from up here!" He begins to pull the big machine out to the yard, as directed.

The big rumble of the powerful machine is a welcome sound that hasn't been heard lately. It brings people running out of the house to stare in shock, then delight, at the piece of critical equipment. In short order everyone has gathered in the yard and is cheering wildly. There's just over two dozen people living here and they're all thrilled about this. The Dame beams in happiness at the two young men who have performed this miracle.

The faux wakes up, stands up and looks around, sees that everyone else has just realized how wonderful its mommy is, and curls up again contentedly. It knew that already. Zero grins to himself, hands folded on the steering wheel, as people run out to see. This is what Jedi are supposed to be doing. Educating, protecting, helping. Not running around forging secret conspiracies for ideological purity. When did we forget that?

Freyja watches quietly, and smiles slightly at Zero's thought, Not all have. She wonders a little sadly what will happen to the poor spurned lizards now.

Fhazil grins, and is showered with some of the elation and thanks for this deed. He replies, It is a heck of a lot more fun, I'll grant you that.

The Dame claps her hands a couple of times and calls, "All right, everybody. Let's get cleaned up and have some supper. I'm sure we'll be able to talk to these folks then." The idea of food is well taken, and the happy throng filters in to the big farmhouse. Aull, Zero, and Fhazil put the 'puller away and join the others. Baths, clean clothes for those who need it, and hot drinks are available, with the Dame and a couple of others shortly calling everyone to a large, well-prepared meal.

Freyja cleans up quietly, weary on both a physical and emotional level. She knows the radio controlled lizards are content in their artificially forced dreams, and the people are taking care of them and getting more work from them... but she still feels she's done something very, very wrong today. She quietly hopes she never meets one of those Sith mechanical droid soldiers... she knows how their Masters control them now.

Zero is again talking to Fhazil on the way into the room, expounding some fragment of philosophy, "...most people don't care about ideology. In fact, most people are afraid of Force users. Good government should fill the bowl, as one of our many sayings from home goes. It's only right we helped them with something they really need. We ought to do more of that -- it might help people stop fearing us as weird, unfathomable mystics."

As the food is passed, the Dame starts conversation by saying, "Well, strangers, the clan owes you much. Not only did you arrive on our doorstep and offer to help us for very little, you managed to do us great good. We would have been pleased with just the daily help, but for what you have done we can only owe you our gratitude. Call on the clan when you are in need and we will do what we can for you." This is met with general applause and support from everyone at the big tables.

Fhazil sends, Zero, do you want to suggest to these nice folks that they don't owe us anything like that, but to Magentoch instead? We just wrenched on it, and we're really just passing through... Magentoch could probably use the favor. Freyja smiles a quiet smile and nods politely. This is Zero's and Fhazil's moment. She doesn't want to steal their thunder.

Zero smiles a bit and affects a polite bow. "Thank you again. We were happy to do what we could for you, and we're pleased that we were able to accomplish some lasting work for you. All we ask is that you keep your eyes open for us; nothing more. Your real thanks should go to the Magentoch; truthfully, Fhazil and I thought we'd have to make do repairing what was damaged, but your good neighbors happily fabricated a new part for us, better than new."

Someone says, "Fel's a genius, isn't he?" and several people laugh. The Dame says, "We owe Magentoch many favors, and they us. We have a longstanding relationship with them, and all they have to do to get our help is to ask. You did more than you needed, and great things for us. You call us if you need anything we can do." Several nod at this.

Freyja says quietly, "It is but our job." She pauses a moment, then asks almost diffidently, "What will happen to the lizards, now your puller is working once again?"

Dame Magernkl says, "We will return one pair to MagDurff, who lent them to us, and the other we'll sell. We outbid another small holder on them, and we'll probably offer them to them for just below their last bid, if they still need them. I suspect they do, and that they'll be very happy to see them." She looks over the glass of water she has picked up and asks, "Why?"

Freyja's small smile hasn't changed at all, and still doesn't reach her eyes, as she picks up a piece of bread and regards it, "Just... curious." She takes a bite of bread.

The Dame looks at Freyja's not-quite smile and says, "As much as I dislike these new modified lizards, they do good work and are well-respected and valuable. We'd be fools not to take good care of them, and selfish not to see that they went places they were needed. I've done my best to raise a clan who avoids those two things." Freyja nods again, and quietly continues her meal.

The Dame looks at Freyja and frowns a little. Deciding she can't do anything about it, particularly here, she says clearly, "Our good visitors were interested in anything any of us might know about rogue Jedi." She smiles and says, "Yaanr, pass me the rolls. Thank you," then adds, generally, "Has anyone seen anything of this?" Zero pauses, fingers on the lip of his glass, listening.

The table is surrounded by people talking of many things. The phrase, "Oh, you just think Fel's cute," followed by, "Well, he is, isn't he?" drifts across. Several people are talking about the puller being working and what order things need to be done in. The woman that was walking with Freyja and the lizards says, "There are those strangers who keep coming by to recharge their power units... I think they might be Jedi."

Freyja murmurs, "When do they come by, and where?"

The Dame also asks, "And why would you say they're Jedi?"

The woman says to her grandmother, "Oh, well, I was watching them while they've been here..." and she looks down, embarrassed. A young man sitting next to her comments, "Staring at that guy's ass again, were you?" then looks startled, as if someone's kicked him. The woman talking glances at him and says, "Uh... well anyway, I saw one of them drop something and I got a good look at it. It looks like the lightsabers on the 'Net." She adds, "They come by once a week or so to recharge power cells in several things they have, including their speeder."

Freyja says, "Where?"

The big woman looks confused, "Where? They come here to buy power from us. Or did you mean, 'Where do they come from?' They always come from the south, usually on the road. There's a couple of places between here and Magentoch's they could be in, or they could be south of the Terminal."

Zero says, "When was the last time they arrived?"

Freyja nods, silently pulling out her datapad and entering the information in to see if it helps figure out where the rogue manus is located. She'd guess they're doing a very large circle to hide their location, but it doesn't hurt to enter all the data. Zero's simple question starts some quick debate at the table. Some insist it was five days ago, while others claim it was six. Zero hmms. Very soon, then.

Freyja nods silently. I think we're in the right area. Ask the Dame if there's anyplace nearby which might need help, or know more.

Zero says, "Do you know, Dame, if anyone else nearby might know more about this? Or might just be in need of assistance?"

Fhazil says, "Dame Magernkl, do you know of any other people who could use help around here? We've been very pleased to be able to help you, and pleased to be able to help out the Magentochs. Is there anyone else who could use a hand?"

The Dame puts it to the clan. Cheerful voices make suggestions, "South of the terminal there's some smallholders." "You could help me warm my bed any time, sweetie!" This is followed by a rash of giggles and, "Hey!"s. Fhazil smiles and leans over to kiss Freyja, saying, "Sorry, I'm busy." Zero snorts amusedly. Amid the "Awww!"s there's a suggestion, "East down the road from us there used to be some people trying to run shops. I haven't heard how they're doing."

Freyja smiles politely at the nice folks at the table, then studies the datapad, murmuring, East would be good. It's sort of generally in the direction we want to go, I think.

Zero nods, "Thank you, we'll check up on them, then."

Fhazil leans over and looks at the pad, or down Freyja's shirt. Considering, he says, What about the road between here and Magentoch's? Dame Magentoch said the Jedi came from this way, and they say the Jedi came from that way. The giggle around the table makes it clear the datapad is not entirely viewed as what Fhazil is looking at.

Freyja traces a big circle with her finger, Look. Unless we've got both sets of Jedi coming in to different clans, this could just be a very large sort of migratory route for the manus we know of. She studies the map a moment, then idly murmurs, Wonder if the one we don't know about yet is Cassandra's...

Zero ms. Zealots, all. Freyja nods soberly at Zero's thought.

One of the younger people says, "There's the Jedi they talk about on the HoloNews. Did you see last week when Lord Methel-ssa was on the news talking about the damage they'd caused?"

Freyja looks up puzzledly, "Where's the Jedi? Oh, sorry, you were speaking generally, not specifically." She sighs quietly, looking back at her datapad, "I understand there's been damage caused... but I find it difficult to believe even misguided Jedi would really kill innocent bystanders."

Zero says, "The very thought is repellent." Freyja nods unhappily. Zero takes a breath, mindful not to imply the fault is with the assembled farmers; "But that is, after all, what we're here to determine."

The news-watcher says, "Nobody knows! They keep attacking towns and villages and damaging parts of the civic infrastructure." Several people at the table nod, saying, "Yeah," and agreeing. The one who paid attention to the news adds, "But who else has lightsabers?" The general consensus seems to be they're glad they're not too close.

Fhazil says, "Wait... I thought you said they were between here and Magentochs?" Several look confused, and it's explained, "No, all the damage has been some distance from here."

Freyja holds up the map for Fhazil again, whispering, Also, remember there are two manuses, according to Colburth. If we're fortunate, we'll find they've been keeping them prisoner or something. Curiously, the mind violation the Sith are forcing on the people would aid the Jedi, were that the case. She looks up thoughtfully, "What do they trade for here, in exchange for the power cell replenishment?"

A couple of people rattle off a list for Freyja. Most of it is reasonably harmless stuff: complex household goods. The Dame adds, "We'd get those in town ourselves if we were not so busy trying to keep caught up. They've been very kind about that."

Freyja nods, "All right, thank you." She'd been worried the manuses had just been using Friendship to (in essence) steal the power charges. It's a relief to hear that's not the case -- and another cause for hope the innocent bystanders were indeed not murdered by them.

The dinner winds down and the Dame says, "I think we can find you real beds for tonight." Two rooms are arranged, with others in the big clan doubling up -- usually cheerfully -- to arrange it.

Freyja says quietly, "Oh, one room would be fine for us, honored Dame."

Zero says, "Yes, no need to put anyone out for us."

Some of those doubled up say, "Awww!" and laugh. This is not a concern. The faux is brought in and is a great hit with everyone but the dogs, who seem to think she is an exciting new toy. Zero carefully makes sure the littler creature isn't too roughly handled.

Lots of people are happy enough to help, and eventually the dogs get the message. There is one whispered comment that Vakkal overhears, "You mean, they sleep with that big furry guy?" He doesn't worry about it any more when he hears the equally quiet reply, "With friends like that, who needs blankets?" and sees both people smile.

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