First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

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Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.


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[justlowercased.livejournal.com]

"Does it flyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" Charlie shrugged her shoulders. "Dunno."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, but not today, since I'm fixing it." Okay... "What's your name? Who're your mommy and daddy? Maybe I can help you find them?"

[justlowercased.livejournal.com]

"Charlie! Charlotte Samantha Conoy!" She said proudly. "Mummy's name's D an' daddy's Ben."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

D'anna. So that meant Charlie was half...wow. "I don't know a Ben, but I know your Mommy. But I bet you know all about the seahorses, don't you?" Maybe not all about.

[justlowercased.livejournal.com]

Charlie shook her head, "Mommy says they're the bestest an'm'ls evah!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Your mommy's very, very smart," Sam told Charlie, trying to get whatever information she could to give to D'anna later. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

[justlowercased.livejournal.com]

Charlie shook her head. "Nope. Jus me."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"How old are you? I'm eighteen. Do you know how many that is?"

[justlowercased.livejournal.com]

"I's a lot." Charlie said and then held up a hand with three, no, four fingers. "I'm this many!"