Wormhole X-Treme campfire [morning]

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After a mostly incoherent phone call from his grandfather early this morning--something about coffee pots that made very little sense--Ben had been sent down to the flight shed to check on something that Anakin had had a bad feeling about.

Which was why he was now sitting in front of the banked campfire, staring at a young man in a flight suit.

"This is weird, even for Fandom," he said.

"Tell me about it," the flight simulator replied.

[OOC: Open, with bouts of SP!]

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"I'd almost want to see that," Tahiri mused. "Almost."

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"Maybe filming it from a distance," Ben decided, "just in case Granddad chooses that day not to have a sense of humor."

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Tahiri wondered briefly if she should mention the Conversation she'd had with him, then decided it was probably a good idea not to make Ben's relationship with his grandfather more complicated.

"Who can we bribe into doing that?" she asked instead.

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"I have a lot of mouse droids who I apparently don't love as much as Granddad loves this sim," Ben replied.

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Tahiri blinked. "You think that's why it turned human?"

Oh, cue the blushing.

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Ben grinned. "So you really like that bantha, huh?" he teased.

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Tahiri turned an even brighter shade of red and mumbled, "You gave it to me."

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He leaned in to kiss her cheek, still smiling. "No need to be embarrassed."

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"I'm not embarrassed," she said, completely unconvincingly, as she ducked her head to hide it in his shoulder.

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He held her close and snickered at her. "Dork," he said affectionately.

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"Shut up," Tahiri replied with no heat whatsoever, wrapping her arms around him.

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He snuggled in happily. "Make me."

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"Okay," Tahiri said.

"Do you have to?" the bantha called.

"Aren't you going somewhere?" she yelled back.

"Going."

"I like it better when it's a stuffed animal."

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"She doesn't talk then," Ben said.

Nicely spotted there, Ben.

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"No kidding," Tahiri said dryly. "And now I'm going to feel weird about kissing you in front of it."

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"She'll fit under the bed after she stops being human," Ben pointed out helpfully.

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Tahiri laughed. "Or behind the pillow . . . except you keep stealing it."

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"It's not my fault you're so slow," Ben told her.

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Aaaaaaaand that was when Tahiri reached over (not that far when she was already snuggled up to him) to tickle him as fast as possible.

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Ben burst out laughing and tumbled off the log he'd been sitting on.

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"Now who's too slow?" Tahiri asked, right before she toppled over after him.

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"I like being covered in dirt," Ben made up.

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"If that was what you wanted," Tahiri said with her best innocent look, "you could have just asked."

And then she flicked a tiny bit of dirt at him.

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"Thank you," Ben said sweetly.

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Tahiri grinned and leaned over to kiss him on the nose. "Any time, really."