Huff and lifting her legs. "I have to do everything around here."

He snickers as he climbs off the couch, heading to the little kitchen with a few bags in hand. 

"Aldeeranian cream pasta?" he suggests, taking out some ingredients. 

"Mmmmm," she mmms around yet more chips. Then looks to Isk. "Gotu new 'cryption inerface."

They whistle! 

<Gimme,> they say, rolling over to join her at the sofa. 

Atton smirks to himself, turning to focus on unpacking and cooking. 

Sharra gimmes! And reaches into her bag to take out her multitool.

Isk rotates it in their arms, and then passes it back, staying still to let her install it. 

She installs! And also tightens a few slightly loose bits and pieces - grabs some grease (sigh) and carefully applies it to their joints.

She receives many pleased beeps throughout the process!

And by the time she's done, dinner is as well.

"Thought you said you were done with grease for the day," Atton says, bringing their plates over and setting them on the caf table. 

She pets Isk once, and then lets them go to experiment with their new interface- and hups up to wash her hands.

"Grease is the backbone of society," she sighs, mournfully. She kisses him once as she passes. "Smells delicious, thank you."

He smiles, pleased, then ducks his head to dig into his food. 

Hands washed. Twice. And she also digs into her food. Mmm.

"Was thinking about changing my look, a bit, with the holo out there."

He nods, "Gurd irdea. Hir mod?" he swallows his bite, "Go black?" 

Her face crinkles in amusement. "And eyes? Or brown... Much more lowkey."

"Mm," he nods, "Human average. Make you less of a target for slavers, too," he nudges her, smirking. 

"The dangers of being smart and beautiful."

"Exotic," he tugs at a lock of hair, "Black hair isn't gonna make you less beautiful." 

Blush! She reaches up to hold his wrist. "They pay you to say that."

"Hah," he nods, "To lure pretty women astray with my flattery." 

"You should get a pay rise. Hazard pay too," she turns his palm and kisses it. "New name? Sharra Garon is burned."

He brushes her cheek with his fingers, "Well, Vikaré wouldn't be any better..."

Nuzzles. "My creator named me Ashla after the ancient Jedi word for the light side of the Force."

"That's... Nice," he nods. "Why didn't you keep it?" 

"Luke always called me Sharra. He raised me. It was his mother's name."