Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera had no idea what this upcoming holiday was about, and she'd been a bit too worried about annoyed with Kanan to pay much attention to it, but the trees were nice, if bright, and one of her NPC employees had strung up little multicolored lights along the office and across a few of the bigger piles of scrap, so it looked fairly festive.

So did Chopper; he'd decided he liked the lights and had a smaller string of them rigged up around his dome. He was humming songs, too, though whether they were Earth songs she wasn't familiar with or mangled songs from her own galaxy, she wasn't sure. If he was happy, she was just going to leave him to it.

The scrapyard was open!


[Open post, no OCD!]