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Wedge Antilles, hero of the New Republic, was contemplating murder as he walked along the trail that led through the forest, back to Hobbie and their waiting X-Wings.
Wes gleefully ignored the look he was getting and gave Wedge and his newfound friend that irrepressible grin they all knew so well. "Look on the bright side boss, at least her feet are nicely coifed."
Tycho shook his head and muttered in a low voice. "I'd drop it if I were you, Janson."
Pretending not to have heard, Wes continued. "I think she might even have bathed sometime in the recent past."
Wedge growled something less than complimentary under his breath and stalked into the clearing. Hobbie glanced up, took one look at the returning party, and then wisely decided to give them plenty of room.
Tycho, also cautious, figured now was a really good time to go over his pre-flight checklist. He walked over to stand by Hobbie as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. After all, he was the one who had suggested that they might need a guide while they were here. How was he to know that she would become attached to Wedge? He had hoped that Wes would be able to just leave well enough alone. He should have known better.
Wes, however, could not in good conscience let an opportunity like this pass by him. He glanced down at the small striped Ewok that had become Wedge's shadow since they arrived, and then grinned as Wedge turned a warning glare on him. Wes knew that look well, and he also knew that he should just let it go, but somehow his mouth did not get the message from his brain in time to stop. "You haven't cuddled with the snugly yet, have you?"
Tycho groaned. Some people would never learn, and Wes would always be at the top of the list.