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The Perk- Thursday afternoon

Sia shouldn't be spending this much time in Fandom lately, but she wasn't sure she had a choice this time. The first dream had been enough to make her not want to be at home, and when they persisted, she took the hint that maybe she shouldn't be at home. So schedules were changed and arrangements were made, and now she was here after a meeting she'd had to call in for, and a brief stopover at a rock, because she didn't want to be cooped up in her hotel room anymore.

She had a drink and a seat at a table so she could go over a datapad, and was at least trying not to look like she wasn't paying attention to the argument two baristas were getting in about syrups. It was a dumb distraction, but she'd take it.

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Lana's day off this week had mostly been spent in trying to catch up on modern Earth politics, to figure out why the whole Anita Hill thing was so important.

On the upside, she'd both learned a bit of modern politics and found a whole new (morbidly fascinating) font of hate.

But there was only so long she could go without a break, so in the afternoon, she paused for a coffee and maybe something sweet. Or maybe a sweet coffee; she hadn't decided yet.

And right about when Lana stepped in, Sia had a mild heart attack.

She was unfortunately very used to Sith, and had in fact had been tortured or almost killed by them a lot over the last year, and there was an initial jolt of alarm as she thought maybe they had tracked hr here, where she didn't have backup.

But she also couldn't sense any imminent threat, so she just watched her warily.

For her part, as Lana had told Darth Vowrawn, she was capable of dealing with a few strange looks.

She simply nodded at the lady and stepped up to ask the baristas for the pumpkin spice latte she'd been hearing about.

Alright, Sia would never have guessed the pumpkin spice thing.

She wasn't shy about the fact that she was watching her, since Lana had to know by now that she was. But she waited till she was done ordering, waiting to see what the other girl would do. For the moment, her guard was staying up. High. Very high.

Well, if she wasn't getting animosity, Lana wasn't going to give it. The staring definitely warranted some sort of reply, though.

"Let me guess," she said, deadpan, "these clothes are last season." She'd trusted Sparkle when he'd suggested the tunic top and leggings, and the green and grey were her own idea, but for all she knew (or cared), they were.

Again, not the reaction Sia had expected. "I have no idea what's last season here," she admitted. "I was judging the pumpkin spice."

That much was true. And it should be known that Sia was ~~in the wrong~~ very particular on that subject.

"I've heard that people here have very particular feelings about it," Lana said. She shrugged. "I've never tried it yet myself."

She paused to blow on it and sip a bit. She frowned at it. "I'm not sure what to think. It's very sweet."

"And that's what you're stuck with for the entire cup," she noted. "When are you from?"

It was the easiest question to ask to know how much she had to worry about.

"Hm." It seemed like an awful lot of ~~wonderful~~ sweet, but for now Lana kept sipping.

"Three years after the Treaty of Coruscant?" she shrugged. "So far, that doesn't seem to be very helpful to other people. You?"

Sia let herself relax a bit. The good news was, this wasn't an assassination attempt.

You know. Another one.

"A few thousand years after that," she answered. But at least she knew what it was!

True! Lana perked up a bit. "But you have heard of it? That's a first, other than people from my time. I was beginning to wonder."

"There's always the risk of being the only one from your universe," Sia said, sipping her coffee. Still wary, but more casual about it. "I believe you're one of the earliest here from my timeline, then."

"It's a fascinating thing," Lana said. "One of?" She'd caught that. "Are there others you've known?"

"A few people have passed through from about four thousand years before me," she said, not wanting to give Atton's name since she didn't know if he knew about this since no one warned her. And in general she still wasn't going to be trusting any Sith. "As far as I know most people are closer to my end of things."

Lana nodded. Disappointing, but then she wasn't saying anything about Vette; she wasn't trusting an unknown probable-Jedi, either.

"What is life like in several thousand years, then?" she asked. Maybe that would be a safer topic; it was certainly broad.

"We aren't at war anymore," Sia said, and added, "Barely. There have been quite a few of those."

You know, like every few years sometimes, whenever things got too calm.

"So, much like now, then," Lana answered wryly.

"It's a running theme." Though they'd been doing pretty good until her father made a terrible deal and everything blew up. "You're at peace now, though?"

"We're not at war," Lana said. "It's anybody's guess how long that will last, but for now the treaty with the Republic is holding."

"A treaty is at least an interesting concept," Sia said.

It was absolutely not anything she could do now, partly because of what Lana had just said. But it was a nice idea.

"What do you think of it?"

"Me?" Lana blinked. "I...have no idea." Nobody had ever asked her before. She took a moment. "Peace is beneficial to both sides as far as resources and population growth, but war would be better for their economies and scientific progress."

She shrugged. "I've honestly no idea why we signed it in the first place, from such a position of strength. It's not like the Emperor did it out of mercy. I can only assume there's some greater reason for it."

"Which probably has something to do with why you don't believe it has the power to last?" she guessed.

It wasn't quite the answer she expected from a Sith, but it was also a perspective that could be helpful.

"Each side hating the other is why I doubt it will last," Lana said, shaking her head. "Some idiot will shoot someone sooner or later, and eventually it'll be too much to ignore."

"Then things really haven't changed in all these years," Sia sighed.

Lana shrugged. "People are still people."

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