James held out her hand for the clothes. Emphasis on clean? She'd sniff them later to be sure. "Well, thanks. Really, thank you."
She frowned slightly, "But you said we're going t' be at Naboo in fourty-five minutes?"
James held out her hand for the clothes. Emphasis on clean? She'd sniff them later to be sure. "Well, thanks. Really, thank you."
She frowned slightly, "But you said we're going t' be at Naboo in fourty-five minutes?"
Finally!
James's back was turned, and Cirr had a few seconds to work with. He quickly threw back the covers, yanked the sajoi off the mattress by the tail, and stuffed it in his mouth, himself turning his back away from the door as he chewed & slurped up the tail.
While it was embarrassing to a degree, Cirr could hardly believe his good fortune. He was getting hungry again, and this delayed another raid on the galley. Keen!
"Yeah, we are...."
I wasn't exactly sure where she was going with this.
She smiled, "Then make sure you wake me up in time t' see it from space."
She walked down the passage, leaving the two males behind her, and made her way to the galley. It was warm enough she didn't need a blanket, and, with a careful over the shoulder look, she quickly stripped out of her diner uniform and tugged on the shorts and t-shirt. The shorts had a drawstring that she tied securely, and then she curled up on the couch.
Shifting a bit, she laid her head on the crook of her elbow, and closed her eyes. A nap would do her good... it had been a long... a long... night. James yawned.
I gave a half laugh over it all, yanking my shirt off over my head, and throwing it into a pile on the computer terminal.
"Yeah...a quickie nap will probably get me going. Marcus, we've still got some caf left, right?"
"Of course, Sanis."
The little droid module popped out from a porthole in the ceiling, dropping down to roughly eye-level.
"And how will your ladyfriend be taking hers?"
"Why do you always ask that as jif we've got anythjing to put jinto caf?"
Cirr answered, irritation showing on his face and ears.
"We haven't had a scoop of sugarr on thjis shjip jin half a month."
"Yeah, well that happens when somebody mixes half a bag in with the leftover scrambled eggs."
I sassed back, a look of disgust on my face.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
"jI saw jit on a prrogrram once..."
Cirr replied, irritated at the question he'd heard plenty of times since.
"We werre out of flourr, and jI ljike sugarr."
"Whatever. Tired of arguing about it."
I shrugged it all off, easing into the threshold of my quarters.
"Look, she's got the right idea. I'm bushed, and I know you pulled half of the stint outside the Rishi Maze. We'll hit the hay, wake up on Naboo with fruit and crepes for breakfast or whatever those rich people eat, and we'll get to work on making some money out of this little vacation, alright?"
Cirr crossed his arms, not quite ready to let Sanis loose.
"Well, we rreally need to get jit done thjis tjime. No morre scrrewjing arround. And no morre jImperrjial entanglements. That stunt back therre was trrouble we don't need."
I made a suprised face.
"What, that little thing? I've gotten speeding tickets more painful than that. You know how those backwoods garrisons are anyway. Nobody gives a damn either way. Bet they didn't even log our ship registry."
I yawned, scratched my stomach, and flopped forward onto the bed, not bothering to close the door.
"Nite"
I said, voice muffled by a pillow.
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