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“Luke! Luke, get back here!”
Luke ignores Leia, and runs even faster. Until he hits dip in the ground and falls, face first, into the sand. Groaning, Luke braces himself.
Leia jumps onto Luke’s back, crowing in victory and smushing his face further into the sand, cackling as he squirms.
“Get off!” He whines, struggling to twist out from under his sister. “Leia!”
“No! You left me with all the dishes! I told you not to do that again!”
“Aunt Beru said I could visit Biggs!”
“Yeah, after you finished the dishes with me!”
Luke finally managed to throw Leia off, and scrambles up, watching his sister warily. She grins at him with all her teeth. She looks like the Massiff Mic Lindscurt just got. Oh, Luke is screwed.
Just as Leia looks ready to pounce, Luke is saved by Uncle Owen.
“Get back in here, you little Anoobas!”
Luke lets out a breath, relieved, but freezes when Leia glares at him.
“Coming, Uncle Owen!” Leia calls back, still staring Luke down. Luke stands stock-still until Leia turns around and makes her way back to the house. Only then does Luke scramble to follow her. He does make sure to leave a good five feet between them.
It was a good decision. Just before climbing down to the courtyard, Leia whirls on him.
“Do that again,” she hisses, pointing at him, “And I feed you to the Krayt Dragon!”
“Luke, Leia!” Owen shouts, sounding very impatient. “Get in here before I make you fix the far vaporators!”
Leia huffs, holds her head high like she’s a princess (Luke had found some etiquette guides from the Core under her bed), and flounces inside. Luke slouches in after her.
Aunt Beru looks up from where she’s carding through some Bantha wool. Upon seeing Luke, who is covered in a fine layer of sand, she sighs.
“You need to stop antagonizing your sister.”
Luke gapes at her, indignant.
“She’s the one who tried to drown me in the sand!” Aunt Beru peers at him, then sighs again.
“Leia! Stop tackling your brother!”
“I didn’t!” Leia yells back from somewhere in her bedroom. “He tripped! And he was trying to get out of dishes again!”
“Luke,” Aunt Beru sounds disappointed. Luke throws his hands up, defensive.
“You said I could go play with Biggs!”
“Aunt Beru said you could after we did the dishes!” Leia stomps back into the main room and heads towards the kitchen, grabbing Luke by his collar and dragging him with her. He yelps, and falls into the kitchen after her.
After he straightens himself, Leia shoves a stack of plates into his hands. Luke grabs them, then pauses.
“Why do I have to put stuff away? I wanna clean them!”
“Because you ran away! And I’m older!”
“You don’t know that!”
“Do too! Ben told me!”
“He did not!”
“He did!”
The twins kept bickering. Owen wandered in from the garage and looked at his wife, eyebrows raised.
Beru shook her head and started carding the wool again.
“Do you think it’s too late to give them back to Ben?”