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Daisy zips up the trail toward home, grateful for how much faster the speeder is when it's not laden with supplies. Today, the only things weighing it down are her, the human passed out over the handlebars, and the unresponsive and immobile battle droid lashed carefully but inelegantly to the storage area.
Up ahead, there's a flash of red light. There's really only one thing that can be, this time of the morning.
"I'd be excited, but I am so not confident enough in my ability not to lose those earrings even if they're hooked into part of my body."
Heh. "All right."
"I could make some earrings, if you just want something pretty."
"...that could be pretty great."
He imagines it for a minute.
"I haven't worn any fancy ones in a while, not since, uh...since. A while ago."
Dammit.
"It's, uh...I probably rode off Tython with the wrong crew."
He rubs the back of his head.
"Running with Tycho's guys was fun until...it really wasn't."
"Well, you survived it, and came out stronger; that's something to be proud of."
He laughs.
"Honestly, I sort of got myself into it. Not like I hated being there at first."
Nod.
"And that's certainly better than the alternative, but that doesn't mean it wasn't bad."
"Mmhmm," Daisy chimes in. "We've been through plenty of things like that. Nine, too. It wouldn't've been better if he'd just been wiped, but that doesn't mean this isn't hard."
After a moment, he nods.
"Yeah."
He thinks he probably has some shit to work through, re: the space pirates thing. It's kind of a relief to be told it was bad, though.
"...anyway, that was a while ago, and now I don't have any. Fancy jewelry, I mean. I liked the black opals."
"All right. Well, opals are hard to come by, but black with colors I can do."
“Black with colors is good. So’s durable metal. I like stuff that holds up.”
He thinks.
”Are there any good sites for gem hunts around here? It’d be kind of cool to find something myself...”
He really does throw himself headfirst into things. He’s already excited about it.
"Mmhmm. Nothing very interesting, but there's some caves out in the northeast quarter with that kind of thing. I don't know much about mining, though, I wouldn't even know they were there without my Force senses."
He nods.
”I mean, as long as there was never a mining operation here or anything, there’s usually some surface-level stuff. At least, there was back home.”
"Yeah, nobody's been out here but me. We can go tomorrow, if you want - do you two want to come?" she directs at the droids.
"I think we'll stay here - unless you want to, Nine?"
There's a long pause, and then Daisy goes "yeah, we'll stay."
"That would be nice," she says, the grin clear in her voice. "I have some tigers' eyes set aside for my next decorative upgrade; Nine might like a setting of something you've found."
He nods appreciatively. Setting something into your body must be a big deal, and he’s honored, but doesn’t quite know how to say it aloud.
”Here’s hoping there’s good stuff out there.”
"I'm sure we'll find something." (Daisy begins shaping the goop into patties.)
He nods.
"...so, if you can sense stuff about the landscape...what else is there around here?"
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