Atton's Coruscant, Saturday

[suitably_heroic]

This would not be the first time that Atton woke up a girl. It would, however, be the first time Atton woke up a girl while on Coruscant, and so there'd been a lot of groaning and complaining for about half an hour until he realized just how badly he could freak out Mical with it.

Also, the boobs. He'd lost another half hour on the boobs.

Of course, by the time it was time to pick up Sparkle from Portalocity, both had kind of lost their novelty factor, and he was left with a body that didn't balance quite the way he expected. Which meant no training, because he was absolutely not going to break a toe or something in front of Sparkle, thank you very much. He was going to have to do something he'd half-promised Sparkle at... some point, instead.

Though, he realized as he waited in the Portalocity office, at least no one had accosted him about being that Jedi today. (And Jedi tunics were unisex, which was nice and easy, at least. Even if he'd had to steal one of Mira's bras. He was just... not going to tell her about it later.)

[[ for the kid, and phone calls, what have yo. ]]

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[myownface]

"That long?"

Sparkle didn't sound so terribly surprised, no. He reached for the flatbread and nodded.

"I don't really have anything like that, you know? Nothing I can, like... Say that about."

Huh.

[suitably_heroic]

"You would, if you lived here," Atton said, shrugging slightly. "It's the joy of spending over a decade living somewhere that's nothing like where you grew up."

[myownface]

"Guess so, yeah," Sparks allowed. "I sort of got a bit of that on the island, but that was with, like, shit I could at least fake it with if I tried hard enough. Poutine or whatever. Here would be... Wow, yeah. Different."

Not bad. Just different.

[suitably_heroic]

Admittedly, Atton had also been steering clear of Alderaan for a long time. The whole place stunk of complicated memories.

"Right?" he said. "And then at some point, somehow, you'll run across something you knew, and your first response will be 'holy shit'." Beat. "The second one is usually 'space, I hated that'. But the holy shit is something."

[myownface]

"The holy shit is something," Sparkle agreed. "Hey, maybe I'll have that someday. Who knows? I probably won't end up bumming around Toronto for the rest of my life. I hope."

[suitably_heroic]

"You ever been anywhere that's not Toronto or enabled by Fandom?" Atton asked, passing the credit chip over to the nice saleslady with the Alderaani accent.

Who he was going to exchange as few words with as possible, before he lapsed back into that.

[myownface]

"By Fandom or you? Nah. I'm not exactly super well-traveled. There were those few weeks in DC where I did the theatre camp? That counts, I guess, but you can practically spit on it from Fandom anyway."

Sparkle didn't really have much opportunity for travel, no.

[suitably_heroic]

"So you grew up there, too?" Atton checked.

The lady gave him back the chip. He tucked it back where he got it. "And all paid for."

[myownface]

"In Toronto? Yeah. Bounced around that place until I wound up in Fandom. I mean, I know the whole city inside and out, but that's probably not super impressive for Coruscant folks."

Or, like, space folks in general.

[suitably_heroic]

"Hey, plenty of people don't go off planet," Atton said, wandering off towards the next stall. "I'm sure some people around here don't even leave their city."

Especially if your city was the planet.

[myownface]

"Yeaaaah, I think Coruscant and Toronto maybe exist on a slightly different scale, though."

Tiny bit. A smidgen.

[suitably_heroic]

"Maybe," Atton said, "But because your entire people are embarrassingly primitive, I'm willing to let it go."

He was a giver!

"See anything else you want?"

Like, oh, say, lots of meat?

[myownface]

"Nerf?"

Kind of important for making nerf tacos, after all.

"And, um... I'm going to have to find something like the spices in tacos. That'll be fun."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton surveyed the rather large market. "I'm sure some of them will let you shove spices in your mouth?" he offered.

Though he wasn't sure which ones would kill Sparkle and which ones wouldn't.

[myownface]

"... A spice adventure. I need to get a local cookbook or something," Sparkle decided. "Or at least bring some freaking garlic the next time I visit."

Might be safer.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton snickered. "Hey, maybe you can make your own little 'Earth spices' corner in the Jedi Temple gardens," he said, "See how long garlic holds out to all the other stuff that grows in there."

[myownface]

"That should work out well," Sparkle decided. "I mean, garlic is hard to kill. That shit will keep just fine sitting in cloves on the counter for months."

Of course, if garlic sat there that long, you were doing something terribly wrong. Eat more garlic.

[suitably_heroic]

"Until someone wanders in and takes a bite because they don't know what it is," Atton said.

A beat.

"Hey, I should leave some chili peppers sitting around, see what happens."

[myownface]

Sparkle had been picturing somebody taking a big bite out of, just, like, a bulb of raw garlic, skins and all, when Atton came up with that next gem. A look of mild disgust was quickly replaced with an expression of glee.

"Magic happens," he decided. "I mean, unless it's that Miraluka kid; then I'd just feel like an awful shit. But, like, Mical? We'd need to record that somehow for posterity."

[suitably_heroic]

"I'd even settle for Brianna," Atton said thoughtfully. "Of course, we could also just sneak one into a taco or something. You know, after you lull everyone into a false sense of security with your cooking."

You could take the boy out of the Sith, but not the Sith out of the boy, apparently.

[myownface]

"See, I'll let you do that," Sparkle decided, "because out of the two of us, you stand a better chance of not ending up a smear across the wall after they figure out who did it. But I totally want to be there to watch."

A beat.

"Of course, whoever we did it to would probably end up being like the one person who lives for insanely spicy food."

[suitably_heroic]

"We'll just have to test those boundaries first," Atton decided.

He walked past a vendor who had a few dozen baskets full of decidedly alive food. "I mean, I have to keep these people on their toes, hanging around the Temple all the time like they do."

He was not going to go after Mira, for instance. ... Because Mira would have his balls.

[myownface]

Sparkle followed along after Atton, sparing the baskets a quick glance. Yeah, he wasn't going to eat anything he could make eye contact with. Not today.

"Really, we're bringing new and exciting experiences to them, so that they don't feel like they're missing out," Sparkle decided. "I mean, a life inside the Temple all the time? Who even wants that?"

[suitably_heroic]

"Mical and Brianna?" Atton offered. "Brianna's making good on this weird 'I will dedicate myself to peace' nonsense she has going on."

[myownface]

"I bet a mouthful of jalapeno peppers would help plenty with that, huh?"

Sparkle laughed and shook his head, pausing to look thoughtfully at what kind of looked like a selection of spices. The sign with a senth-penth... number one... three lines that he was pretty sure were cresh, V-that-was-eating-a-T... looked promising. He was picking up on Aurebesh here and there, mostly going by context cues from things he already knew the names for, and almost entirely from the menus in those diners that Atton kept taking him to.

"I mean, I guess a surprise mouthful of jalapenos would help anybody with that..."