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The Park on Sunday morning - picnic.
The puddle of children had woken in the morning and asked to go to the park. After feeding them - and shooing the teenager out of his kitchen so he could have the privilege of making breakfast - Hernando walked them all to the park.
The children knew the way and it wasn't that Hernando was any sort of helicopter parent except yes, perhaps today a little bit, he was. Sparkle was making a quick dash into town to put a 'closed today on account of children' sign on the door of his store but planned to join them later.
Hernando had packed an entire antique picnic basket full of food and snacks and put Quinn to work hauling a rolling cooler behind them. The children had acted as if this were a usual thing and that made Hernando smile a bit. Abney was wearing the folded picnic blanket as a superhero cape and was running ahead with her arms out, making zooming plane noises.
There was way more food than the children would need, even if one was a growing teenager. To his rueful chagrin, Hernando found that the store had decided to help when he spread the blanket out and began to unpack. The basket never seemed to empty. He set out only enough plates of sandwiches and baskets of fruit for the moment and let the children go run. There were thermoses of tea and sodas and waters in the cooler as well.
Once free of her superhero cape, Abney lead the way to the playground and commenced burning off the energy. Quinn was more interested in reading a book but he, too, occasionally joined his sister in playing.
[Open park with picnic food! Come let the kids play together!]
The children knew the way and it wasn't that Hernando was any sort of helicopter parent except yes, perhaps today a little bit, he was. Sparkle was making a quick dash into town to put a 'closed today on account of children' sign on the door of his store but planned to join them later.
Hernando had packed an entire antique picnic basket full of food and snacks and put Quinn to work hauling a rolling cooler behind them. The children had acted as if this were a usual thing and that made Hernando smile a bit. Abney was wearing the folded picnic blanket as a superhero cape and was running ahead with her arms out, making zooming plane noises.
There was way more food than the children would need, even if one was a growing teenager. To his rueful chagrin, Hernando found that the store had decided to help when he spread the blanket out and began to unpack. The basket never seemed to empty. He set out only enough plates of sandwiches and baskets of fruit for the moment and let the children go run. There were thermoses of tea and sodas and waters in the cooler as well.
Once free of her superhero cape, Abney lead the way to the playground and commenced burning off the energy. Quinn was more interested in reading a book but he, too, occasionally joined his sister in playing.
[Open park with picnic food! Come let the kids play together!]
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Something. He wasn't sure what. But it wasn't great.
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He shrugged, "You're not our Jacen, but you're still Jacen, so..uh.. if you want it, you're still our cousin."
Quinn wasn't as good as Abney at adopting people but he was trying anyway.
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He had, 'my father,' and they had 'Uncle Kanan.'
Jacen swallowed.
"Not... not that I'm... saying no. You know? It's just..."
He was green with envy. More green than usual, anyway.
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"I mean... it isn't that I don't have people," he hedged. "I've got Mom and Chop. And sometimes Sabine and Zeb and Alexsandr. Wedge even visits sometimes, or we go to Ryloth..."
Which... was always A Thing. A complicated Thing.
He sighed as he stopped in front of the door to the roof.
"But it'd be nice to at least have people my age." A pause. "People who get it."
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"Nope." A pause. "Should I get one?"
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He walked over to one of the apartments and scrutinized the doorjam for a moment before smirking. "She definitely still lives here." He reached up and carefully removed something that looked like a tiny, clear thread, setting it aside.
Out came his wallet and out came a lockpick and wrench. It took him less than a minute to get the door opened. Pushed it carefully and took a look inside just to make sure. Yup. Definitely Jack's place. Same couch. Same dartboard with a Cerberus logo and a bunch of throwing knives sticking out of it. He snickered and headed inside, going right to a cabinet in the kitchen. A quick rummage around and he found what he wanted - her stash of burner phones. They were cheap and basically disposable smartphones but they had standard parts and chargers, which was what he wanted. These came with a SIM card included, which was good since he couldn't exactly stop to go buy one right at the moment.
Quinn carefully put everything back and closed back up, returning to the hall, closing and locking the door as well as resetting the little hairlike strand. "Got one. Aunt Jack keeps a stash. She, uh, is a little hard on phones."
She threw them at the wall or into the ocean with frequency. "I can mess with it while you're flying."
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Huh.
"Yeah," he replied, smiling crookedly as he straightened up again. "That sounds like a plan. Onward to the Escape, then?"
Which was the best ship ever and was going to be his someday anyway, so he might as well take it for a joyride today, right?
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He grinned, bouncing a little on his toes, "One more flight of stairs! To the roof!"
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A brief pause.
"Or at least to the junk."
Which was far closer than the stars. Easier on fuel.
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He thought of something. "Ghost is at the scrapyard, right? Not on the roof right now?"
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"That's where Mom keeps her docked, yeah," Jacen agreed. "She says it's too big for this roof, but if that other freighter can sit up here, I don't know why the Ghost has to sit with the garbage."
He was looking at you, Ebon Hawk.
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Jacen, buddy. Chop helped raise you.
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Quinn..buddy.. you were.
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And click, click. The lock to the roof was unlocked, and Jacen was smirking and holding the door for Quinn.
"What, Chopper does? But he's the one who sets the bar for bad influences!"
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And then he laughed. "And how much better it went over when I figured out which bits and bleeps were 'kark off' and used it around your mom because for some reason I forgot that of course she'd speak binary.."
It had not gone well. It was funny now, but Hera's mom-voice was legendary.
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...
"How are you not grounded for life? I know she's not your Mom or anything, but when she gets in that mood, she could say 'your grounded' to a gundark and it would let its ears droop in shame while it went retreating to its room."
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He snickered, "I blamed Aunt Jack for the words and Scout Guides for the binary. Poor Jack. She got the blame for most of our bad language and she'd just shrug."
Quinn clambered into the Escape and flopped into the secondary seat. There was never any question who was going to pilot this ship.
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He hunkered in and immediately started running ship diagnostics. The fuel supply was full up, that was good. Everything with moving parts was checking out...
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Then he laughed a little and confided, "This one was chasing me because Jacen and I had both been given slingshots and I was out with mine, saw it and tried to hit it with a paint pellet. Those little suckers can run fast when they want to. I thought I'd be able to lose it, running through the scrapyard. Nooooot so much."
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"But... did it get you?"
Or did Hera getting him scare the gremlin off?
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Nobody argued with Hera when she got that tone.
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See Jacen. See Jacen smiling a big dumb proud smile at that as he powered up the Escape's engines.
"That," he said, sounding quite pleased, "is my mom."
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