Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Sunday

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Zayne felt weird not being at the picnic yesterday. Not that he had any reason to be at it, but it wasn't that long ago that he was constantly going to them to see if any other Jedi showed up. But instead, he had to move out of the restaurant's office and into an actual apartment. And more than anything, that made him feel weirdly grown up. Somehow, everything he went through on his own and with his friends - including running three different businesses now - just didn't cement the idea that he was an actual responsible adult like having an apartment that wasn't just a room on a ship.

Not that any of that had much to do with the clearly displayed "HELP WANTED" sign by the door, except for the thought that teenagers needed jobs for money, which was only tangentially related to Zayne's original thinking anyway.

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Baked Dru'un Slices in Fish Sauce