borntorebel | Ataraxion [IC Inbox]

[ He's not sure what all to say about Luke Skywalker, or Leia's obvious familial boast, but he understands it to some degree (and therefore takes no offense because 1.) prodigy and 2.) Leia's bound to be proud).

Instead he focuses on the more important aspect of this conversation. ]

If I was doin' a part-time thing in Comms, I'd have access to it? How many hours do I gotta work? How many hours we talkin' here?

[Part of it is familial boasting, but it's mostly the truth. Luke flies like he was born to be part of a the ship itself. Just like their birth father, if her dad is to be believed. And she does.

But she flies herself, just not the same way her brother does.]

Hm, not that I know of. I think the door is controlled by the nanites. However, if you wanted to help out, I can't think of anyone that would say no or refuse to let you in. And you can work as many hours as you want. Any help would be appreciated.

Yeah, well, considerin' how I am with most electronics, you might regret lettin' me in. By what the Hell, might stop by in a week or two an' check things out.

[ He tugs his pan off the heat and leaves it aside as he goes seeking out some other mystery ingredient. ]

Should I call ahead?

[As someone who doesn't do a lot of cooking, she watches him closely. She's pretty sure that her father doesn't cook that way, but neither did Han cook the same way as Bail either.]

I'm not sure there's much you can do to the machines in the Comms department that was worse than what happened when the systems were hacked a few jumps ago. [That was a bloody mess.] A simple text to anyone who works there would probably suffice to gain you entrance.

Got it. Sounds like a plan. Lookin' forward to expandin' a bit. Pretty much used to workin' non-stop so all this time to read's drivin' me mad.

[ He laughs, obviously joking. The rest's actually done Blake some good. He feels lighter, like he doesn't have a whole world on his shoulders anymore.

When he steps back up to Leia, he's got two plates of salad in hand, both of which are freshly made from stuff he picked out of the Oxygen Gardens. He sets them down, one in front of her, one aside for him. ]

You wanna start, you can. Don't gotta wait for me.

That sounds like a lot of the people who work in the department actually. I think that's why we have the coffee maker, honestly.

[And if she was still brooding over Han and her mother and the way things fell out, she'd been working herself to death right alongside with them. But after being reminded that she has to watch over her own health, she's tried to follow her doctor's advice. Hence why she only works ten hour shifts instead of sixteen, eats regular meals, gets at least six hours of sleep and doesn't drink as much coffee as she used to. It's been good for her, in a way.

The presence of the salad is welcome, since she's ravenous. ~~Funny what regular meals will do.~~]

I'd prefer to wait. It won't kill me.

[ He smiles at the accommodation and returns to the task at hand, appreciative of the sentiment. Already he finds himself liking this side of Leia, when she's not quite so serious, not quite so guarded, It makes him feel considerably more at ease. ]

Well, okay, so I know you have trouble not workin', but what d'you do to relax? When you do. [ John tosses her a smile. ] If you do.

[She's not always super serious. Sadly, she fears that's the side of her that shows the most. But, then, so few see her with Lúthien, Luke and her father when she lets down her guard. John just reminds her so much of her that it's easy to relax.]

Oh, I relax. Now. [She smiles at the insanity that was her life.] Granted, it's not all the time, but it happens.

I have a friend who lives in the Gardens. She grows flowers that we make crowns out of every jump to give to everyone. And she teaches me Sindarian while I teach her Ubese and how to shoot a blaster.

Or I read. Or exercise. I happen to be a woman of many hobbies, I suppose.

[ The list goes on and with each addition, Blake finds himself smiling all the more. He's not sure why he hadn't noticed before, but Leia's clearly a lot more similar to Blake than he originally imagined. ]

You sound like me. [ Except the woman part, obviously. ] Just about to finish this book — a kinda home-spun novel, I think — so maybe you want it when I'm done? Stories 'bout Earth, where I came from.

[She laughs brightly at his comment.]

It's funny. Most people would say that I take after my parents with my workaholic habits. [Although, she's not sure if that's the case as much as she thinks it is.]

But I wouldn't mind reading more about that planet. I've heard many things about it, but it seems that everyone comes from a different version, an alternate reality, of the same planet. It's interesting.

Yeah, it is, isn't it?

[ John finishes plating and a sad attempt at garnishing and then slides the mystery meal in front of Leia. It's actually some kind of grain, vegetable, and what very well may be some kind of fried egg-like substance.

He snaps his fingers, turns a full circle, and then places what serves as a homemade dressing down as well. ]

Think I could spend a lifetime tryin' to figure it out.

[She looks at the food curiously. Of course, she's not much of a cook herself and probably won't turn her nose up at it. It smells edible, which is more than she can say for some of the things she's eaten over the years with the Alliance.

When he joins her at the table, finally, she answers him.]

If I understand Terran literature, many have spent their lives trying to figure out your world. It seems as vast and varied as the galaxy I hail from.

[She takes the first bite of the salad and nods, pleased.]

If you have questions, Blake, I suppose you should ask them. You're feeding me, after all.

[ He actually didn't have questions — not beyond the typical ones — but since she's offering him a bit more access, he's not about to pass up on this opportunity.

Taking up a napkin, he fiddles with it briefly, just to have something to do with his hands while he considers what to ask. ]

What's your favorite color an' what's it remind you of most?

[ Is that a waste of a question. It feels silly, but John's never been great at any kind of get-to-know-you, inorganic or otherwise. ]

[She'll answer the typical ones too, Blake. But, the nervousness is endearing a bit. Not that he needs the help at this point.

She laughs, taken by surprise by the question.]

My favorite color? I've never really thought about it, but if I had to choose, it would probably be white. It reminds me of my best friend's hair. Although, lately, it's reminded me of Hoth and that's not something I'd like to relive.

[ He takes a bite of his food and chews it while he thoughtfully considers her answer. When he's no longer in danger of spitting food everywhere, he gestures with his fork. ]

White's all colors. [ You know, scientifically speaking or whatever. ] It's a good choice. Suits you, I think.

[ Honestly, he's not sure what questions wouldn't be surprising to her in this scenario; mostly because he has no idea what other people would be most curious about. These are just the questions he asks because he's a total dork. ]

I like it.

Hm, I've never really thought about it like that, but I suppose that's true. [She can't help but smile though.] It's just a shame that it's so easy to get dirty. I'm not a big fan of laundry.

[Care for a little tit-for-tat, Blake? She's never really had a chance to do the "learn all the silly things about a person" before. Except for those few, brief hours on a forest moon before coming here.]

So, what is your favorite color?

Blue, mostly.

[ He tends to stick in the blue spectrum for the accent on his clothes, too, when it comes to civilian wear, so he's probably every bit a cliche in that regard. ]

Kinda partial to yellow, too.

[ Blake shrugs as if he's given over all the answers just that easily. ]

Interestin' that we pick an' choose, though, isn't it? Wonder what makes a person like one color more. Sentiment?

Blue and yellow? Aren't those the colors associated with the Terran sky?

[She chuckles lowly, taking a sip of water before continuing.]

Between the two of us, we encompass that palette. And I believe that memories and emotions do shade our prospective, but not that it's a bad thing.

[ It's not indicative of Gotham's sky, but there's something to be said for Blake's fondness for looking up in whatever capacity. ]

They better give us perspective. Man, if I'm not learnin' lessons, I'm not growin'. Definitely need the memories an' emotions for that.

[ He doesn't make the same mistakes twice all that often, that's for sure. ]

[Well, it's indicative of something.]

It's nice to meet someone else who thinks that learning is a lifelong joy and not something one does when they have to. We are the people we are because of our memories and the emotions tied to them.

Non-structured learnin's my favorite. Ask me to sit in on class an' I'll be drownin' in a month. Gimme somethin' to learn on my own any day.

[ John hadn't been much of a fan of school, obviously. He nods to her food. ]

How is it?

Well, sadly, I had a lot of pressure to excel in school.

[That's what happens when you're the princess of an entire planet and expected to do great things with your life.]

But, I enjoyed it as well. Especially since I was allowed to attend with my best friend.

[The mention of the food brings her back to the fact that this date was supposed to be about food.]

It's delicious. I'm not sure what it is, exactly, but I like it.

[ It's more than he thought he'd ever get to know about a princess, that's for sure. And add in the fact that she's enjoying his food and Blake is feeling considerably more accomplished than he probably should. ]

Glad you like it. The comp'ny makes it, I think. Never happier'n when I'm sharin' a meal.

[ He smiles fondly. ]

Thanks for sharin' with me.

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