"Hm?"

"Mmh."

::Really fucked up wargame setting.  Has actual pre-spaceflight colonies being drafted for galaxy-spanning wars without even an uplift effort.::

"Ah." ::Yeah, that's pretty dumb. Not that you never see that kind of thing here, but it takes a fairly unusual situation for it to make sense, integrating them is much more common.:: She settles the bowls of snacks, pitcher of water, and one of the glasses by Diana, sending the other glass to the far side of the table for herself, and ducks into the back room for a moment to get her datapad.

...Oooh, snacks.

They're pretty tasty, too - the chocolate is noticeably less good than the yogurt drops or sunflower seeds, but only by comparison, it's certainly up to snuff relative to ordinary Earth chocolate.

Pradnakt comes back after a moment and settles in to work, floating the pitcher over to fill her glass and a few of the snacks over to the plate she's brought out with her.

It's not like she's a connoisseur of the stuff to tell; theobroma cacao is theobroma cacao.

For values of 'cocoa bean' that include 'I have no idea what plant actually produced this substance, I just know it tastes like chocolate'.

::It's funny that this is recognizably chocolate to me.  I wonder if it's convergent evolution or some absurd cosmic contrivance.::

::The Force is known for its absurd contrivances,:: she replies without looking up.

::I can imagine.  What's the weirdest one you've heard of?  If I'm not distracting you from something you want-need to do more, I suppose, in which case I'll...uh.  Hm.  I dunno.  Not bother you further, though, that's for sure.::

::Humans being absolutely everywhere is maybe not the weirdest one but it's up there. We've had space travel for so long we're not actually sure which planet humans originated on anymore, and there's been plenty of speciation - I don't know the full number offhand but there's easily a thousand near-human species - but there's also somewhat better than a 1% chance that a newly contacted inhabited planet will have standard baseline humans on it.::

::...Ten bucks on 'ancient precursors did it'; five on 'the Source - sorry, Force - just Really Likes Humans for some reason', five further on 'the precursors did it because they didn't want to run out of servants'.  Could show you the starchart of my Earth if that'd be any amount helpful, but I don't think this is a galaxy I'd recognize.  Even with astronomical projections.::

::Or both. If it was precursors it's still weird that some of their colonies speciated and the rest didn't, and that's what it looks like when the Force nudges things. Anyway Daisy's the one to talk to for star charts.::

::Mhm.::

...Was she doing anything, before this conversation ended?  She kind of forgot.

...Oh, she could fix up her house-blueprint, probably...

Pradnakt can tell that Diana is getting tired, but that's not her business unless she wants to take it on as her business; she gets back to work on her datapad.

She's not actually sure how tired she is, really.

So she'll just...get to hyperfocus work on a house-and-semi-attached-workshop version of her earlier design.

Pradnakt works quietly for a while, not disturbing Diana beyond the occasional theft of snacks to refill her plate, and eventually drops her datapad off with Daisy in the back before heading out for a walk.

...Ooh, if she puts the doors here, that means whatever fuckers try and get in her house will either have to go through a chokepoint or blow through the walls...

She's not really expecting assholes, but...better prepared, than undone.

Eventually, though, Morpheus sneaks up on her again.

When she wakes again, it's dark out, and the house is empty; there's a note from Pradnakt on her datapad saying that the Sith is out hunting and expects to be back in a few hours, and that Nine can contact her by radio if Diana needs anything from her.

Nah.  She's fine.  She'll...find some food, probably?

There's a few cookies left, and some sunflower seeds and nuts and chocolate chips; it looks like Pradnakt finished up the last of the yogurt drops. Or she could try to make something, there are plenty of ingredients.

She'll just...munch on the nuts and chocolate.  And the cookies.

...Maybe she'll make a flatbread pizza thing, later.  Or something.  But right now?  Chocolate.

Eventually there's the smell of campfire smoke from outside.

This draws a vaguely bleary Diana to the mysterious outside!

There's a fire in the fire circle, and Pradnakt is maneuvering a large camp stove out of the garage to put over it, though it might not be immediately obvious what the collection of metal plates will be when it's put together. The lightly field-dressed antelope laying next to the campfire may serve as a clue, though.

::Hey. Sleep well?::