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4th Floor Common Room, After Classes

It's been a while since Isabel felt like cooking for the masses, but the first day of school seems like reason enough. After Interstellar Relations, she made a quick ~~handwaved~~ trip to town to pick up supplies. Now the music is playing and she's making chicken parm and pasta for whoever wants it.

[Free food! Do I have to say it? Open!!!! Now in the right spot.]

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And here's Angela, trying not to stare and decide if he looked like Anakin. "Z?" Angela asked. "She seems cool. And yeah, we get people from all over."

She was kind of failing at the not staring.

Luke gave her a small smile. "You knew him, too, huh?"

"Am I that obvious?," Angela asked.

Then, quietly. "Yeah. He was my best friend's -" she hesitated because she had never said this before, but if he was dead Obi-Wan couldn't find out, so - "my best friend's boyfriend. I saw him not even a week ago."

"I'm sorry," Luke said, scuffing his boot against the floor.

"He wasn't my dad," Angela said. "I should be sorry. This must be really, really hard on you."

"I didn't know him," Luke said quietly. "So coming here has been...an adjustment."

Angela blanched. "Um. I would imagine that," she said. "I don't know, do you have any questions about him, or do you kind of not want to talk about it?"

"I'm full of questions about him," Luke said, "but I don't want to push."

"I can try to answer," Angela said. "Though Rory'd know more of the big stuff than I would."

"She's been great," Luke said. "She gave me Yoda today!"

"She did?," Angela said, with the hint of a smile. "How are you getting along with him?"

"He sleeps a lot," Luke said. "I think he's ignoring me."

"He never seemed incredibly active to me," Angela said. "I guess it goes with the turtle thing."

"But he was my father's," Luke said, smiling, "so I'll keep him around."

Angela smiled back. "I don't think I have anything of his to show you," she said. "He gave me a Jedi trick for my birthday, but I don't think I even collected on that."

"Jedi trick?" Luke asked. He blushed. "I'm sorry. I really don't know anything about how the Jedi worked."

"It's okay," Angela said. "He could do stuff with his power like float glitter, or ... he once got me a drink at a party. Can you use the force that way, too?"

"Not yet," Luke said, shaking his head. "My teacher was killed before we could really get started. I'm just going to have to pick this up on my own."

Angela winced, there were way too many dead people in Luke's world. "At least there are people here who could probably help you," she said. "So you didn't grow up using it?"

Luke shook his head. "The Empire destroyed the Jedi," he said. "I didn't even know my father was one until about a week ago."

"Your mom didn't talk about him?," Angela asked. She sighed. "I didn't like the Jedi's whole no-attachments thing -- mean, philosophically, not that it really mattered what I thought -- but that world was the most important thing to him. It's sad if it's gone."

"I was raised by my aunt and uncle," Luke explained. "I don't even know my mother's name."

Fun guy to chat with, huh?

Angela blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry," she said again, not sure what else to say. She wondered if Luke's mom was a Jedi too, but if he didn't even know her name, he probably wouldn't know that.

And then she suddenly found her spaghetti absolutely fascinating. "Isabel's a good cook," she said. Not that she would randomly change the subject, or anything.

"She is," Luke said, nodding a little more enthusiastically than necessary. "I can't cook at all."

"I can a little," Angela said. "My dad's a chef so he taught me some stuff. But I'm not great at it or anything."

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