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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[flourish_or_perish]

"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.

[stykera]

"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."

[thedadalorian]

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

[flourish_or_perish]

"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?

[stykera]

"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!

[thedadalorian]

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

Grogu made a distressed little noise about it as well.

[flourish_or_perish]

"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.

[stykera]

"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.

[thedadalorian]

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

[flourish_or_perish]

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

[stykera]

"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.