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Moxxi’s Bar

May I Present Master Jinn?

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Ahsoka Tano stood before the Jedi Order and pleaded her case. In spite of suspicion and doubt cast on her by none other that Masters Ki-Adi-Mundi and Sifo Dyas, Grand Master Yoda managed to convince the Council to accept Ahsoka back into the fold. Finally, Ahsoka Tano has become a Jedi Knight and now it’s time for the real work to get started…

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The Jedi Council broke up for lunch after meeting with Ahsoka as some gave her suspicious looks but a few came over to personally welcome her.

“I am always happy to see a fellow Togruta join our Order,” Shaak Ti smiled, reaching out to touch Ahsoka’s shoulder.

Ahsoka nodded her thanks in return. “It’s good to be back, Master Ti,” she said, surprised at such a warm welcome. “I was gone for far too long.”

“Grief can cloud our judgement,” Shaak Ti agreed, squeezing her shoulder before she took her leave.

Yoda hummed thoughtfully as he stood at Ahsoka’s side. “Wise and kind, Master Ti is. Know her, do you?”

Ahsoka’s expression was wry and amused as she glanced down at Yoda. “Yes. I looked up to her when I was a padawan.”

Chuckling to himself, Yoda gestured for Ahsoka to follow him out of the Council Room. “Come, come! Test your navigation skills, I will. Find the great hall and lunch, we shall.”

“Knight Tano!” a voice filtered through a rebreather called out, and Ahsoka froze, her heart clenched tight in her chest.

Master Plo!

Turning around, Ahsoka tried to control her emotions, to tamp down on her overwhelming joy at seeing one of her favorite Jedi alive again. It had been difficult to hold back the tears before the meeting but now that he was walking towards her, now that she was older and taller than the last time she saw him, all the years apart hit her at once and it took all her control to stay standing.

“Master Plo Koon,” Ahsoka said, bowing and hoping she didn’t sound as emotional as she felt. “My master spoke very highly of you.”

“How unfortunate I was never able to meet this… Master Skywalker,” Plo Koon said, running his finger under his chin. “Forgive me for asking a personal question but, have we met before? I sensed a connection that has surprised me.”

Ahsoka swallowed and shook her head. “No. I don’t believe we have.”

Well, not yet anyway, Master Plo.

“How strange,” the Kel Dor Jedi murmured, glancing down at Master Yoda, whose ears perked cheerfully. “The Force was quite insistent. I suppose I must meditate on this further.”

“A good idea, that is, Master Plo,” Yoda commented, clicking his staff on the floor for emphasis. “Your guidance, I sense Knight Tano will need.”

“Of course,” Master Plo nodded to the Grand Master. “If I can be of help in anyway, please do not hesitate to ask, Knight Tano.”

“Th-thank you, Master Plo,” Ahsoka managed to get out without bursting into tears or throwing her arms around the Jedi Master. She watched him depart and then turned back to Yoda. “To the dining hall?”

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G/t Holiday ideas

-people having their tiny friend help with small details on their cookies and other baked goods.

-Giants helping put lights up on houses

-Borrowers taking a single branch from the home’s Chritmas tree to be their Christmas tree, decorating it with beads and sprinkles

-Borrowers slipping small handmade crafts as presents for the bean. Or, making the crafts as ortaments

-U-Cut Christmas tree farms employing giants for fast and easy service

-The tol decorates a good sized gingerbread house beautifully, and their tiny friend decorates the inside.

-the tiny insists on sleeping in the gingerbread house

-Giants who don’t mind the cold, let themselves get covored in snow, and let people sled down them.

-human friend decorates their giant friend while they sleep. The giant wakes up looking very much in the holiday spirit.

-human friend bakes dozens of cookies, all for their one giant friend.

-Giant builds a huge, grand snowfort for people.

-snowmen of all different sizes. Giant ones in a park. Tiny ones decorating porches and curbs.

-Giant puts mistletoe on themselves and stands over couples

-Warm G/t snuggles by the fire

-Giant gives tiny a hot tub in their cup of cocoa or cider.

-Giants helping clear roads of snow

-hats and scarves keeping tinies warm

-all the cute lovely things that come with the holiday season, but with G/t

Got My Priorities Straight
  • Gotham: Peguin's in Arkham!
  • Gotham: Jim Gordon's lying to everyone!
  • Gotham: Lee's super pregnant!
  • Gotham: Dr. Strange is here and he's insanely evil!
  • Gotham: Nygma's falling apart!
  • Gotham: Butch is King of Gotham!
  • Gotham: Tabitha's doing something!
  • Gotham: Mr. Freeze is here and he's tragic!
  • Gotham: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!? ARE YOU READY FOR THE MOST TWISTED HALF-SEASON YET!?!
  • Me: ...
  • Gotham: ...
  • Me: ...
  • Gotham: ...
  • Me: But, like... Is Bruce getting to bed on time? Eating his vegetables? What about Selina? Is she okay? She's got a place to sleep tonight, right? A warm blanket? Enough food? Are her and Bruce talking? Are they friends again? Are they happy right now?
  • Gotham: ... but the darkness? the violence? the drama?
  • Me: BUT ARE THE BABY VIGILANTES OKAY!?
Enough

(A DH Missing Moment Drabble in Honor of Valentine’s Day)

Hermione shuffled a little blindly out of bed and toward the tent’s makeshift kitchen. It was still dark out, but the rising sun would soon be visible. Her shift at watch would be soon and she wanted to wake up a bit before heading out to face the cold.

As she reached the table she stopped short. Sitting at what had become “her” place was a steaming mug and a small bunch of what appeared to be some type of holly with tiny purple berries tied in a rather sad looking bow. Had the bow been better constructed and not so obviously made of scrap fabric, she might have thought she was dreaming. She did that quite a bit now; imaging warm baths and pastries and a heart that didn’t constantly ache.

No, this was no dream. This offering had been left for her, she didn’t need to ask by whom. She tried her hardest to summon the anger that had been her nearest companion since Ron’s return; she clenched her fists at her sides and snarled down at the gifts intending to leave them untouched.

As fate would have it, at that moment the scent of that cup of tea, of very expensive French tea reached her nose. It was the same tea that her Grandmother always made for her when she came for a visit (perhaps she was dreaming after all).

Her hands shook as she reached out and brought the steaming cup to her lips. It was the most perfect thing she had tasted in months: the perfect amount of sugar and the optimal temperature. She was so absorbed in the experience that she initially missed the tent flap opening, but she did not remain oblivious to his presence as he moved closer behind her. The husky whisper of her voice sought him out, though she never turned around.

“How?”

“When I was at Bill and Fleur’s.”

“Oh.”

“I recognized the tin. It was just like the one in the package your Mum sent you last year on your birthday. I nicked the last of it, for you. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion…and since today is…well…you know.”

“I know.”

“Well, anyway…I hope you enjoy it. I wish it were more. I know it’s not enough.”

She felt him turn to go: back to his watch, back to his purgatory. It would have been so easy to just let him go; to deny him the comfort of her words, to deny herself the relief of saying them. But, as they say in the stories, the warmth of his gesture thawed at least a tiny bit of her frozen heart.

“It is.”

And for the moment, it was.

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