Oh shoot now he's blushing again.

Awwwwww.

Her attempts to flirt with him seem to have been too subtle for him to really catch, but she doesn't think she wants to try being more overt. That just risks making a fool of herself, and to be honest she'd rather not. He's cute, she likes subtly flirting with him and seeing him blush adorably, she doesn't want to try to push things any farther than where they are now. Maybe later.

But she can smile at him. Because he is very cute.

He coughs awkwardly. "I'm, uh, gonna- go talk to Bar."

"All right," she agrees, easily. "I think I saw a comfortable couch and quaint fireplace somewhere, I'll be reading this," she holds up the tablet, smile irrepressible, "over there if you need me."

He goes over to the bar and arranges for a room and a job, taking longer than is perhaps strictly necessary. Then wanders over to where Callida is reading.

She's curled up in an armchair, engrossed in the datapad. At some point she toed off her boots.

She glances up when he wanders over.

"Hey. Not too much trouble to get a room and job set up?"

"It was pretty smooth."

"Good! Because now it's my turn. Excuse me."

Up she gets, to go arrange for her own room and job, leaving her boots where they're neatly set next to the chair.

He sits in another chair and studies the fireplace with interest.

She arranges her own room and joins the staff.

"Is fire really that interesting?" she teases, when she returns.

"Well, most of the time is just a heat panel or something. It's not often you see a real wood-burning fireplace in a building."

"No, usually it's fire pits if fire's involved at all. The technological equivalent of feast or famine, perhaps. Heating things with technology's so much easier. Though I think Darth Vowrawn has a fireplace, actually."

"Who's Darth Vowrawn?"

"Dark Councilor of Production and Logistics. I've met him, he's, uh. One of the better Councilors, as they go, but a bit crazier than I'd like. He's competent at his job and great with numbers, and also sort of - he takes great personal enjoyment from being Sith."

"Ah."

"Anyway. I like the fireplace, too, it's sort of rustically charming."

"Yeah. Nice counterpoint to the window view."

"It is," she agrees, picking up her datapad and returning to her seat. She smiles at Luke.

"Any preference on when I take up the profession of 'doorstop' and invite my teacher in here? I would understand if you'd rather not face another Sith Lord for a while. Or even never."

"Before you, it'd actually been a few years. As long as you think she wouldn't object to my presence here, I don't mind."

"I don't see her objecting unless you actively go out of your way to annoy her. At worst she'd tell you to go away, or call me in to mediate so she stops having to deal with you. She might give me some cryptic looks, but you'll be fine."

"That'd be downright reasonable of her."

"She's very reasonable," says Callida, smiling a little. "I don't know if she'll like you, but she doesn't really need to like people to be able to work with them."

"Up to you when you want to bring her in, then."

Smile.

"I think I'll want to make an itemized list of how this place works to hand to her as she walks in," she says, mostly to herself. "Which I can do while I'm a doorstop, can't I, it won't even take long to do. All right, doorstop time. Keep me company so I don't get too bored?"

"Of course."

Over to the door?