MHA #7 | Wednesday Evening

[flourish_or_perish]

This past weekend sure had been A Thing, hadn't it? And while nothing had happened to Faye, other than getting stuck with the cutest baby in this or any other galaxy (no, she would not be taking questions), she was a non-crappy enough person to know that that had all probably not been especially easy for Din. Or, rather, that Monday morning and the realization of how many people had seen his beautiful mustache had probably not been easy.

So, Wednesday night found her inviting people over to her apartment. On purpose. Look, stranger things had happened, surely, than Faye actually cleaning up and putting out drinks and snacks for company.

She'd even found some of those straws that Grogu liked, since, you know, this was more for his benefit and Stark's than for Din's. Call her crazy, but she didn't think this past weekend was gonna change much about certain be-helmeted individuals eating in front of other people.

[for an alien, an alien, and that guy who looks kinda like a shiny Boba Fett.]

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[thedadalorian]

"Of course I had a choice." Lol, nah. "But they took me in after..."

Well, after all that rampant droid violence.

"I couldn't really leave if I could help out. Grogu is... different. His people, the Jedi, they were apparently our enemies?"

If he'd heard of the Jedi as a kid, it was long since forgotten.

[flourish_or_perish]

Faye just looked a bit confused. And then looked down at Grogu, and back up at Din.

"How?" she asked, thinking that that word sounded awfully familiar. "Do you know why?"

(It was familiar because Faye was sort-of enemies with a Jedi! And had also made friends with one in a hole.)

[stykera]

They did know a couple of Jedi. Who also knew Din. None of them seemed to be fighting. Huh.

"He's your people too," Stark said. That was very obvious to everyone, wasn't it? "They saved you, you saved him. Even if he comes from somewhere else."

[thedadalorian]

"I know that, but I can't teach him to control it like I could teach him to use a blaster." Now everyone picture Grogu with a blaster. "And... I don't know if I'll be alive for it either. He's fifty standard."

This tiny toddler child.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Fifty standard...?" Faye asked, confused for a moment longer than a women in her position should have been.

And then it clicked, and she was looking over at Grogu with a surprised little smile. "Holy sh-- oh, honey, you're almost as old as me."

They both looked great for their ages, thank you.

[stykera]

They both looked fantastic. In very different ways.

"He couldn't learn to be both?"

Although the helmet would cover those giant eyes that were so effective in getting him what he wanted.

"If there were someone else to teach him what you couldn't?"

[thedadalorian]

Grogu cooed up at Faye, clearly delighted by that news.

"An older... him showed up that one weekend there were guests and hit Skywalker with a stick to get him to help, but I don't know if that's a long term thing or not."

Or to just keep Grogu from choking out raccoons.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Oh, wait, Anakin's a thing, isn't he?" And here's Faye, bringing up the rear, everyone! "A Jedi. But you mean one that looks like our little buddy?"

Probably really old, if Grogu was still clearly developmentally a toddler at fifty.

[stykera]

"Anakin is 'a thing,'" Stark agreed, amused. "I would think he'd want to help."

Maybe if someone told him helping Grogu would irritate Stark?

"But then he does a lot of things that don't make sense. I didn't know there had been anyone here that looked like Grogu."

Stark had been preoccupied that weekend, for some reason.

[thedadalorian]

"He called him Master Yoda?" Which seemed weird. Hella weird, right?

[flourish_or_perish]

"...but Grogu's not a master of anything, right?" Faye had to check, because she had definitely heard 'Master Skywalker' bandied about before and if she had to start calling this little green toddler by some kind of honorific, that would be -- well, adorable, but also really silly.

[stykera]

Stark looked down at Grogu, trying to picture him in Anakin's robes. It was an adorable thought. Of course it was.

"Could he tell us if he were? And he wouldn't need the help from Anakin then, would he?"

[thedadalorian]

"That Master Yoda could talk just fine." If in a weird rhythm. But hey, who was he to judge? "But he was apparently over 900."

THIS WAS NOT AN OPTIMAL TIMELINE.

[flourish_or_perish]

"...is Anakin 900?"

Focus, Faye.

"Okay, so -- he spoke English, though?" she asked, focusing like her narrative told her to. "Maybe we should be trying to teach Grogu. He's the right age to learn language, right?"

And that seemed like an easier task than teaching him Jedi stuff or whatever The Way was.

[stykera]

"I've never tried to teach anyone to speak," Stark said. "Or spent much time around children who didn't know how. But he understands us. Or seems to. Maybe he just... doesn't want to speak? Or isn't ready?"

[thedadalorian]

Din just shrugged at the 'Is Anakin 900' question because he knew nothing. He was like a Space Jon Snow, folks.

"You want to talk, little one?" Din asked, looking down at the kid. Grogu just blinked up at them all, opening his mouth like maybe... maybe... and then burped.

[flourish_or_perish]

"Excuse you," Faye told him, like she had any manners herself. "All right, maybe he'll talk when he's ready."

At, like, age three hundred or something.

"It's not like I don't usually know what he wants, anyway." Generally it was food or to be picked up. You know, like a baby.

[stykera]

"He is good at making himself understood. Even without speaking."

Maybe that was why he didn't talk. He could just look at you and you did what he wanted.

"So he hasn't needed to."

[thedadalorian]

"I wish that Master Yoda had given me more information about their kind," Din said with a sigh as Grogu decided that he ought to be in Faye's lap. "Or any other than the age thing."

[flourish_or_perish]

Aww, Grogu, you were getting cuddled, then. What a good little communicator!

"Aren't there more of them?" Faye tried. "Besides Grogu and this Yoda guy? More -- green people, I mean, not Jedi."

Unless they were like Baniks and Mandalorians and why were people doing all these space genocides?

"Maybe we can find more."

[stykera]

"There must be more. He came from somewhere."

Grogu being the last of his kind was too depressing to consider so Stark wasn't going to do so.

"Someone must know where they live, even if there aren't many."

[thedadalorian]

"The Empire destroyed a lot of records," Din said warily. "But I can see if Greef can get anything out of that new Republic."

Which was said with a mild level of annoyance.

"Imps wanted him because of his abilities. I have to assume most of his kind can do this. Drawing extra attention could end badly."

[flourish_or_perish]

"Maybe we can look from here," Faye suggested, cuddling Grogu a little closer in light of that information. "Go to the...library, or something?"

She knew the librarian pretty well, at least. Less well, these days.

[stykera]

"It's worth looking," Stark agreed. "And looking here won't draw any attention. Or it shouldn't. Although I wouldn't know where to start. But we can try."

He barely knew the librarian, aside from the class in the spring, but he didn't think he'd hinder any investigations.

"We'll keep him safe if we can. He shouldn't be used."

Being used for your abilities never ended well. It ended with cells and science experiments.

[thedadalorian]

He and Grogu could totally bond over that!

"That's all I want for the kid," Din admitted quietly.