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.]

Comments

[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.