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The Perk [Friday late morning/afternoon]

It should be little wonder to anyone that the first stop Rory made once she got to the island was at the Perk. Yes, she had Juliet, who was awake and peeking out of her little stroller, but coffee was a priority, too.

She sent a text to Anakin, so he wouldn't wonder where she was, and decided to indulge in the biggest mocha she could locate.

[open for all your baby-meeting and Rory-seeing needs, with a SP later today caveat!]

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Tara was in the Perk for chai and a banana nut muffin, and she smiles when she spotted Juliet. Usually she wouldn't talk to strangers, but babies weren't strangers. They were babies.

"Hi, cutie," she told the little girl in the stroller, then, self-consciously, added to the mother, "S-she's just adorable."

Edited 2009-10-23 14:20 (UTC)

"Thanks," Rory said warmly, then took a good look at the girl who'd said it.

Oh.

"...hi," she added, curiously and cautiously.

It's entirely possible Bridge knows or at least suspects this would be where he'd find a Rory.

Or maybe he just wants some coffee.

Heck, could be both.

Either way, he's here, grinning like a dork as soon as he catches sight of Rory. "Hey, you!" he exclaims, wandering over once he's got his coffee. "Long time no see."

"Hi!" Rory exclaimed, bouncing up out of her seat to go hug him. Because he would so mind that, or something. "How are you? There's someone I want you to meet."

"You have pretty eyes," Tara told the baby, then glanced up at Rory and stepped back a little. "Oh -- s-s-s-s-sorry. Am I too close? I -- I don't have a cold or anything."

Oh yes. Bridge totally hates hugs, with the passion of a... yeah no who are we kidding he totally hugs back.

"I'm going to assume you don't mean the same thing the bad guys back home mean when they say that," Bridge informs her.

"Not unless they're using babies' weapons of cuteness," Rory said thoughtfully.

"No, you're fine, Tara," Rory assured her, still tilting her head. She figured the subsequent reaction would answer her question as to whether she was the Tara she'd known. Or an entirely different person, for that matter.

Tara looked up and frowned. "I -- have we met?" she asked simply. "I don't ... sorry."

The thought flashed through her mind that this could be her dad's way of checking on her, but she doubted he'd send a woman and a baby.

And there we go. "Nope," Rory said reassuringly. "Um, I went to high school here and I knew a version of you. I'm Rory Skywalker, by the way. And this is Juliet."

"They're totally anti-cute," Bridge says with a nod. He then kneels down to get a good look at Juliet. "Which means I think she'd send them running, because hiiii there..." he wiggles his fingers at the baby.

Skywalker. Yeah, Tara had heard that story before.

"Oh!" Tara said. "You're, uh, Professor Skywalker's wife. He's mentioned you and the baby in class."

She held out her finger for the baby to try to grab. "I'm one of his TAs this term. He -- he mentioned the me who taught when he g-gave me the job." Her tone was curious, but not inordinately so. She still thought it was weird a her in any world would choose to teach.

Juliet cooed and kicked her little legs in response, for she was a terribly chatty person. For being four months old, anyway.

"Bridge Carson," Rory said formally, "I'd like you to meet Lorelai Juliet Skywalker. She says she's very pleased to meet you," she added as an aside.

Juliet did, in fact, grab onto the finger, because fingers were fascinating.

"What did he tell you?" Rory wondered, tilting her head a little. "I mean, she was nice, but I, um, had some issues with her class. Not that I think you'd do anything bad or teach poorly!" she hastened to add.

Tara grinned at the baby's grip, and kept making faces at the child as she talked, only occasionally glancing up at Rory.

"Uh, not a lot?" she said slowly. "He m-mentioned she was a little weird about slavery and that she made people think." She'd been able to tell this was not meant in a good way. "And I don't want to be a teacher anyhow, but -- thank you."

Luke needed coffee like a person who hadn't slept in a few days. Which in fact he was. He looked worn out.

He rubbed his eyes and smiled when he saw who was in the shop.

"Hi, Mom," he said teasingly, walking over.

Rory nodded. "That about sums it up. And from what I understand, Anakin runs his classes very differently as a direct result of that class. But hey, it's neat meeting a nicer version! You look younger than her, now that I notice," she observed. "What year are you?"

"You look like death warmed over," Rory said in her tactful, tactful way, looking concerned as she went to hug him.

"Oh, you know," Luke said, clinging a little tightly. "Jetlag. I'll catch a nap when I check into the hotel."

Tara smiled in the way of students who think anyone past 20 is about 3,000 years older than they are, and teachers all positively geriatric. She hoped she'd look younger than her teacher self.

"He had us rescue, um" -- don't say some old guy, Tara -- "the Chancellor yesterday," she offered. "And I'm a sophomore. I just turned 16."

Edited 2009-10-23 16:14 (UTC)

"And now I feel guilty about asking you to babysit your baby sister," Rory noted fretfully.

"Oh, I remember that," Rory said fondly. And, recognizing that look, she added, "Teacher-you was only about nineteen or twenty, by the way. Don't worry, you look sixteen."

"Don't," Luke said, pulling back to smile at Rory. "How often do I get a chance to see her? What's she doing now? Can she talk yet?"

No, Luke.

"She's not quite that precocious. And right now she's looking at you," she added, looking down at Juliet, who was solemnly staring up at them.

It took Tara a second, but she laughed. "I didn't mean to be that obvious. The whole story is just weird to me. I guess I figured she was old."

Then she realized who she was talking to and backtracked. "Uh, not that I think you're old or your husband is old."

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