tatooine_doofus | Haven Base [early evening]

Not that he hadn't appreciated the effort, because he had, but Luke had to admit that his first joint birthday party with Leia had been a bit of an experience.

And not just because someone had left Janson unsupervised with the food. In his worst kitchen experiments with Gavin, Luke had never managed to turn something that shade of purple.

It had been nice to have some down time, though. Rogue Squadron's missions had increased in tempo and Luke had barely had time to breathe, let alone remember things like dates. The surprise part of the party had been complete: mostly because he'd forgotten it was his birthday at all. Leia had teased him about that for an hour.

He flopped onto his cot--a perk of being in command meant he didn't have to share his admittedly tiny quarters--and fiddled with something mechanical and complicated that Wedge had given him, enjoying time to himself. Artoo burbled happily in the corner, checking for new communications.

[OOC: Open for calls or emails. Up early for great SP justice!]

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"You're lucky I can't reach over to hit you," Jo warned. "I thought it might be interesting since Professor Deadpool was teaching and all."

"You not being able to hit me might be the only reason I said it," Luke admitted with a grin. "I'll bet it is interesting, even if he has gone around the bend."

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"Yeah, and just a little horrifying too," Jo replied. "So many boys in heels and make-up not knowing what they're doing."

"Would it be better or worse if they were boys in makeup who did know what they were doing?" Luke asked.

"Prettier, at least."

Luke laughed. "I'm not putting on makeup and heels. Sorry."

"I could always ship you a gremlin for Janson?" Jo suggested helpfully. "Then Artoo could tape someone else for once."

"Ooooh," Luke said. "That could be good."

Bad Luke.

"How do you catch one?"

"Not sure," Jo said thoughtfully. "Maybe get someone to put on a wig and pretend to be a Skywalker as bait."

"You're lucky you're cute," Luke said, laughing. "If you get someone to do it, take pictures?"

"You'll be the first to see them," Jo promised.

"And that's why you're one of my favorite people," Luke declared. "Just don't get bit yourself, okay?"

"I'll do my best not to," Jo said. "Of course you'll probably end up with pictures of that too, if I'm unlucky. Solidarity and all."

"I appreciate that," he replied. And then, because he had to, he added, "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Jo said softly. "So you'd better keep yourself in one piece, you hear?"

"I haven't been in the clinic since I arrived," Luke said with a small smile. "I'm being very good."

"You keep on being very good then."

"You too," Luke said. "Don't get squashed by a drop bear."

"I'll make sure to avoid them."

"And also watch out for the invasion of pudding, or whatever else Fandom has in mind for you," Luke said.

Mostly because he didn't want her to hang up.