[She calls out when she hears him at the door. There's some banging and scraping going on inside - she's in the process of pushing her TV (plus TV stand) out of her bedroom and into the living room, so they can relax on the couch.]
He pushes his way inside, smiling and holding up his prizes.
"Did you know you can dip fried things into ice cream?"
He sees what she's doing, and tilts his head. "Lemme help with that." Not putting his snacks down, he eases the tv and stand in the direction she'd been pushing it, easily gliding it over the floor to a position visible from the couch.
Bless the Force. She shoots him a quick grin, then drops down onto the couch. "Thanks. And-- yeah, I did know that, but it ain't always as good as it sounds like it's gonna be."
"Well, I brought some for you, either way," he says, dropping down next to her and setting his milkshakes down. "Thanks for the invitation. What're we watching?"
"I was thinking Sister Act? It's a comedy from my world. But I got some other options if you don't feel like that." She curls her legs up underneath her and grabs one of the milkshakes, shooting him a quick glance. "And. I just gotta say one thing. If you don't wanna talk about the pairing stuff, I won't bring it up again, but if you do wanna talk about it, you can. I'll listen."
"I'll watch anything," he shrugs, and takes up his own milkshake. At her words, he shrugs again. "I don't know what there is to say, except... now that I've thought about it a little, I think he's right. The Admiral."
He dips a fry into his vanilla shake, watching it.
"He told me that I'd basically come as far as I could with Bill. And it was more important that I be his friend than his Warden. And I... I mean, that's the thing, right? Maybe in this case, I can't be both. And Bill surely needs friends."
"Oh." It's a surprised, thoughtful oh, though not a skeptical one. "Huh. You know, I wouldn't've ever thought about it like that. I'm glad you're doing okay with it, Luke."
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[She calls out when she hears him at the door. There's some banging and scraping going on inside - she's in the process of pushing her TV (plus TV stand) out of her bedroom and into the living room, so they can relax on the couch.]
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"Did you know you can dip fried things into ice cream?"
He sees what she's doing, and tilts his head. "Lemme help with that." Not putting his snacks down, he eases the tv and stand in the direction she'd been pushing it, easily gliding it over the floor to a position visible from the couch.
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He dips a fry into his vanilla shake, watching it.
"He told me that I'd basically come as far as I could with Bill. And it was more important that I be his friend than his Warden. And I... I mean, that's the thing, right? Maybe in this case, I can't be both. And Bill surely needs friends."
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