The park, Friday afternoon

[livingartifact]

It was a perfectly lovely day out for April, much less February, and Jenkins had just received confirmation that the Librarians had, in fact, managed to dedjinnify Mr. Jones without more than a few interdimensional phone calls for help, so Jenkins was actually in a fairly wonderful mood this afternoon. Enough so that he'd decided to go out for a stroll and come feed the ducks.

Or -- the flamingoes. Alright.

"Now don't fight over it," Jenkins said, as he tossed a few hastily procured shrimp to the gangly pink birds. "There's plenty for everyone. You're lucky, you know. In some dimensions, they use you lot as croquet mallets."

[yep, that's right, Wonderland is canonically a real place in Jenkins' canon. Well. Sort of.

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[futurespacemom]

Hera was carrying a load of things - linens and clothes, mostly - back from the Ghost to Kanan's apartment, when she passed by the edge of the park and spotted the...birds?

"What are those?"

[livingartifact]

"Flamingoes," Jenkins answered, then did a double-take. "And just what are you?"

[futurespacemom]

...right. Backrocket mostly human place.

Hera raised an eyebrow at him. "Female."

[livingartifact]

"Yes, that part I may have guessed by the presence of mammary glands." Good job, Jenkins, ogle those boobs. "Female what, precisely?"

[futurespacemom]

The eyebrow wasn't going anywhere, and now she was crossing her arms. "Males do have them too, you know."

Okay, so hers were nice and she knew it. And she also knew what he probably meant. But still. "Do you always go around asking people what they are?"

[livingartifact]

"Of course not, I'd never get anything else done." Also, most people were dreadfully boring. "You may wish to note that with your own query regarding the birds -- you started it."

[futurespacemom]

"Oh!" Hera looked at the flamingos. "Are they - are you sentient?" she asked them, waiting to see if she got a response.

When she didn't, she shrugged. "They don't seem to mind."

Then, since he didn't seem totally awful, she relented. "I'm twi'lek. We're really common in my galaxy."

[livingartifact]

"Certainly," Jenkins said, sharing a knowing look with one of the nearer flamingoes. "Because every sentient species expresses annoyance or frustration in the same manner. Particularly the ones who lack facial muscles."

The flamingo let out a squawk and stole a beakful of shrimp from Jenkins' bag. It really didn't seem much to mind.

"Another extraterrestrial, then." Really, how this place ended up with so many when in his world they were downright nonexistent. . . . "I suppose this is the point when I'm meant to ask if you're a new arrival, since I have not met you previously, but -- eh."

[futurespacemom]

Hera rolled her eyes. "No, but if they minded, if they can't speak Basic, they're perfectly capable of squawking or hissing. Or weaving. I have had avian friends, you know."

She eyed Jenkins. "I haven't met you before, either. So are you a new arrival?"

[livingartifact]

"Quite so," Jenkins said. "I've been a resident of this island for a matter of only a couple weeks. It's a charming little town, that I've been told only occasionally will try to kill you."

[futurespacemom]

Hera shrugged. "Still beats the last place I was in. Or actually," she counted, "the last four, at least."

[livingartifact]

"Hmm, well. Hopefully you won't find this place too dull, then."

Jenkins was used to dull. To the point of occasionally resenting when things got interesting again.

[futurespacemom]

Hera smiled ruefully. "Dull would be nice for a little while."

It would probably get...well, dull...after a while, but after all the times they'd nearly been blown up recently, dull was a nice change of pace.

[livingartifact]

Jenkins gave a small old-man-harumph and tossed the flamingoes a few more shrimp. "That's often what one says before one gets bored and decides to make their own fun."

[futurespacemom]

Hera grinned. "Don't worry, old man. I'll make sure to leave you out of any fun I plan."

[livingartifact]

"Good. I've had to clean up innumerable attempts to 'have fun' in my time. This is meant to be my vacation."

On the island that by his own description "only occasionally" turned fatal.

[futurespacemom]

"Well, I'll leave you to feeding your friends, then," Hera said. "Nice to meet you!"

She waved as she headed off.

[livingartifact]

Jenkins hummed a vague agreement and looked down at his sack of shrimp.

It was empty, and the flamingo he'd chosen to speak to earlier was looking extra round and lounging happily at his feet while it rubbed its beak against his pant leg.

"You've imprinted, haven't you," he observed with a sigh. "Oh dear."