flourish_or_perish | MHA #7 | Wednesday Evening

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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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.

"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.

"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."

"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."

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."

"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."

"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."

"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.

"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.

He and Grogu could totally bond over that!

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

"Maybe eventually Grogu will tell us what he wants, too," Faye offered with a little smile.

She had a guess that it probably involved staying forever and ever with his shiny daddy.

"Aside from being held."

And, yes, obviously staying with his shiny dad forever. What sort of monster would split those two up?

"I'm sure he'll have lots to say, someday."

"Hopefully before I'm not around to hear it." DAMN YOU, DAVE FILONI.

"You know, if we get desperate, they do have technology where I'm from that could keep you in stasis while he grows up," Faye pointed out.

Maybe that was more of a Plan B?

"Not like what you did to Whitney?" Stark asked, concerned.

Whitney had deserved it. Din did not!

"Sometimes time moves differently in different places," he offered. "Less time has passed where I was, before, than has passed here. Much less. The baby was a baby when I left and he's still a baby, Chiana said, but it's been years here."

Send Grogu somewhere time was moving faster!

"Maybe?" He super did not want to get frozen, guys.

Grogu made a distressed little noise about it as well.

"No, like what they did to me," Faye corrected. Whitney's freezing had definitely been way more unpleasant, from what she remembered from waking up. "But I like this time thing more."

Though now she was curious about this other baby Stark knew. How many babies was he acquainted with? She only knew one and he was apparently in his fifties.

"I think it's best if no one is put in cold storage," Stark said, frowning. "If we can help it. It's always unpleasant, I think. There must be other ways."

He would happily answer questions about the baby and anyone else on Moya though. But he had left right after the baby was born and the war ended so there wouldn't be much to tell there.

"We can try multiple plans before we try that one." You know. For his safety.

"We'll figure it out," Faye said confidently, despite having no reason to be confident, and she gave Grogu's ears a little tousle.

"We will," Stark agreed, more confidently than he felt as he offered Grogu a smile. He still wasn't sure how much use he would be but he'd do what he could.

They had to figure it out. That adorable little baby was counting on them! And so was Din.

MHA #7 | Wednesday Evening

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