Syndulla Scrap, Friday

[futurespacemom]

Hera was in a good mood today. No particular reason, really.

Chopper, on the other hand, was on a tear, zapping and shredding all the flowers he could find. There were a surprising lot of them for a scrapyard. Whether people had brought them in after yesterday, they'd sprouted up, or the island was being weird, Hera had no clue. So long as he wasn't hurting anything else, she'd leave him to it, though.

Syndulla Scrap was open!

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Is he having fun, or should we be worried?" Sabine asked when she got there.

[futurespacemom]

"Yes?" Hera said, smiling. "I mean, it's Chopper."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I didn't realize he was an enemy of flowers," she said, tilting her head as she watched him. "I probably should have."

[futurespacemom]

Hera shrugged. "I'm not sure if it's the flowers or the holiday or he's just in a mood. How have you been?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Actually good," Sabine said, a little surprised by it. "I think getting out for a while helped. How about you?"

[futurespacemom]

"I'm good, too," Hera said. Yesterday had been a little weird and awkward, but definitely good. "Just about ready for the island to stop with the weird weekends, though."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What, like being tiny and forgetting who you are isn't fun?" Sabine asked dryly.

The tiny thing has missed her. The other thing was just enbarrassing this week.

[futurespacemom]

"The tiny thing was amusing, if a bit inconvenient." Hera shrugged. "Still, I'll be glad to hopefully have a weekend my own size, with my own memories and body."

You hear that, island? Please.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"You might get that. And then something will invade."

Sabine was on to you, Fandom.

[futurespacemom]

"I have a blaster and a ship," Hera said.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"So now I know where you fall on the Fandom weirdness preference scale," Sabine smiles.

[futurespacemom]

Hera shrugged. "I know my strengths, anyway. When I know who I am."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Not knowing does mess things up..." Not that Sabine was bitter! Nope!

[futurespacemom]

"Personal experience?" Hera asked "Or did it miss you?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine sighed.

And facepalmed.

"Apparently the problem with personally modifying my armor so much is that I couldn't figure out how it worked without my memories."

[futurespacemom]

"Oh, no." Hera shook her head. "That must have been complicated."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I've never felt dumb before, but on Monday..."

Ugh.

[futurespacemom]

"Dumb?" Hera gave her a confused look. "I'd think you'd feel smart, if you made something so complicated but you do it every day. Just because it wasn't intuitive, you feel dumb?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Kind of. It's my armor, I made it into what it is, and I couldn't figure it out. It's so important to me."

It hasn't been then, and it bothered her, too.

[futurespacemom]

Hera nodded. "You forgot one of the things that's most important to you. I get that. It doesn't make you dumb, though, just...living here, I guess."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I know. And at least I made notes for next time."

Not her sketchbook, which had felt weirdly personal to go through when she didn't know who she was.