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That warehouse- Friday afternoon

Rey had maybe sort of figured it out.

Last week had been has been helpful in getting in the right mindset to do maybe everything, and she was feeling more hopeful about her place in all of this than she had in a while. So she'd sat down on the floor to meditate before Anakin got here, trying to get back to that a little

It was easier without the woodchucks at the other end of the warehouse. Meditation usually involved less frowning, usually.

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Yasha hadn't meant to come in here, for the record. She'd just gone out for a walk on her break, having a limited tolerance for being in small enclosed spaces, and been so caught up in reading one of the books she'd found lying around the flower shop (yes, reading while she walked) that she wound up in the warehouse district and found herself in front of this particular one.

So, out of curiosity, she knocked on the door.

It'd been a while since Rey had heard that. "Come in," she called, standing.

Don't mind the sound of a crate being chucked.

That was a totally normal sound, though.

Yasha closed the book and tucked it away in one of the pockets on her cloak before opening the door and stepping inside.

"Hello?" she said, uncertainly. "I didn't mean to -- I mean, I ended up here by accident, and I just thought -- I --"

She faltered and just waved one hand vaguely.

"Hello."

"Hi," Rey greeted her. "You're fine. Not interrupting anything."

The woodchucks did that.

"Sorry," Yasha mumbled. "What were you doing?"

Also, why were there woodchucks?

"Meditating," Rey explained. "It uh, wasn't going well."

That was you she was glaring at, woodchucks.

Yasha was eyeing the woodchucks now too, yeah.

"They're not supposed to be helping, are they? Because it doesn't look like they are."

"No. They're woodchucks. They chuck wood," Rey sighed. "I can't explain them."

"That was the crashing sound?"

She glanced over toward the woodchucks again, frowning slightly this time.

"Should I kill them?"

Yasha, no.

"No!" Rey said immediately. "They're harmless. Just annoying. Not a killable offense."

"If you're sure." Luckily, Yasha didn't seem like she'd been really into the idea yet, because she eased up pretty much immediately. "I'm not sure they would be very good to eat anyway."

Was ... was one of them flipping her off over there?

"Probably not," Rey said slowly. "They actually add character here."

They did not.

"Were you reading on the way here?"

Sorry, Rey. This was someone whose favorite food was rat.

"Yes?" Yasha looked a little bit sheepish about that. "I can't really help it, when this place has been just giving me things to read all week."

"Really? I've mostly been getting forts." Not that she was complaining.

"With the blankets?" Yasha didn't quite smile, but she did look interested. "I've had a few of those, too. And the fuzzy toy animals."

She had a small pile of them in her hotel room. Yes, they all absolutely got cuddled.

"I'm sorry," she added a moment later, forehead creased slightly in concentration. "You look vaguely familiar, but I don't know if we've actually met?"

"Rey," she said with a little smile. "I was in your world with Beau a few months ago."

So, not an official meeting, but Rey tended to remember people.

"You were --" Yasha nodded, and almost smiled for a moment, even. "Yasha. I'm sorry, I was ... not quite myself the last time we sort of met."

"Don't worry about it," Rey assured her. "How're you settling in? Aside from getting free books."

"Thank you for helping," Yasha said, a tiny bit privately amused that this was the second time today she'd said that. "I am -- I'm getting used to things, I guess."

She was hesitant to call it settling in.

"... but I don't think I'm going to try that giant special at the ice cream place again."

Someone had failed her last constitution save, trying to eat that thing.

"Oh no. The Skywalker one?" Rey had seen it. Through the window. It was very noticeable. "I think people need to work up to that."

"I didn't know what to order and I think I panicked a little bit," Yasha said sheepishly. "I guess that's the too much of a good thing people talk about."

"Probably. I've never tried it," Rey admitted. "As far as I know that's the only surprise like that you'd run across, but I haven't been out that much."

"At least now I can say I have. That's something," Yasha said, utterly deadpan. "Can I ask -- do you mind if -- what do you do out here besides meditate around the weird animals?"

"Like in general, or in the warehouse?" Rey asked.

"Here, in the warehouse," Yasha clarified. "Sorry."

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