The family Christmas Tree Farm- Sunday afternoon

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The farm looked lovely with all of the fresh snow, and Sabine had spent her morning fluffing the trees on the lot, only to decide that she should decorate her favorite with a few strings of lights. It made everything a little more magical.

And she needed magical now. After her parents had tragically passed away, the farm had come to her, and she had no idea what she was doing. Sales were down and she'd be the first to admit she wasn't the best with money, and the bill collectors were calling. She was so busy trying to save the farm she didn't even have time for love! Maybe she'd have to do something drastic, like renovate the place, or throw a dance party fundraiser.


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Ahsoka, an itinerant lumberjack with a secret past (involving business degrees and the Skywalker diamond mine, but surely neither of those things would ever be relevant) stopped to admire the trees. Because that was what lumberjacks did. Admire the trees. Majestic in their wildly farmed nature.

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Sabine adorably peeked her head out from behind her tree. "Can I help you?"

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Ahsoka startled and spun around, only avoiding falling back into the snow by catching herself against the nearest treetrunk. "Oh, hi," she said admiring something other than the trees. "I was just. The trees. They're so...treelike."

She was so smooth. Like a Skywalker, even.

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"That's because they're trees," Sabine said with a little smirk. "I'm selling them for Christmas."

It was February but whatever.

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They could have been for next Christmas, like those small scale free range turkey farms?

"Well, you're they're in fine form." Ahsoka patted the tree, completely coincidentally showing off her lumberjack muscles. Yes, through a layer of flannel. Shut up. "It should be a bumper crop."

It was entirely possible the writer of this movie knew nothing about forestry.

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"It could," she said, not at all admiring any flannel muscles. "I don't suppose you'd want to buy one, and support my family's farm."

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"I'd love to, but I don't really have anywhere to put one." Being an itinerant lumberjack. "Being an itinerant lumberjack."

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"You can stay on the farm, if you want," Sabine offered. "It's just me. It's been so empty in there since my parents died..."

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"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose," Ahsoka, who very much wanted to impose, said. "I'm sorry to hear that, I'm also an orphan." Her secret backstory was tragic, y'all.

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"I'm so sorry. It's such a hard life," Sabine said, sympathetic.

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"Extremely lonely," Ahsoka added.

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"If you're lonely, then you can move in," Sabine insisted. "No rent, just lumberjacking."

...dirty?

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"I'd love to lumberjack for you." Dirty enough they'd have (even more) trouble looking each other in eye when they were back to normal.