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1 month after the epilogue:
Sera Vane sat at the stool at the high counter of the tapcaf they'd stopped in for their lunch. She grimaced and poked the unidentifiable mass on her plate with a fork.
"What's wrong?" Gat asked the almost teenager between mouthfuls.
The girl sighed and pushed the heavy-framed plasspecs up higher on the bridge of her nose, "This isn't fit to give to an akk dog."
"Oh hush and eat your...whatever." The Devaronian grinned at her and tried to grab her plate. The threat worked and she reluctantly picked up her fork again.
Sera slanted a flat look at him, "I still don't see why we couldn't have stayed with Han and the Rug for a bit longer."
Gat choked on his beer, "Because that damn smuggler was teaching you how to cheat at sabaac! Because a twelve year old shouldn't be learning to curse me out in shryiwook; and because," he paused and sighed, rubbing one hand over the end of his broken horn, "because I wanted to try and show you that it is possible to get by honestly."
Sera snorted into her glass of bantha milk, almost spilling the blue liquid on herself. "That's a bit rich coming from an ex-con; right 'uncle Blacknerf'."
"Shut up kid." He scowled, but she knew from his tone that Gat wasn't really mad at her.
After the serving droid collected their plates, Sera swung her chair around to face Gat again. "So what's the plan to get us off this rock and back to Devaron then? Our share of the Freebird's sale isn't going to get us halfway there."
Gat shrugged, "I'm not sure. I had thought maybe I could get a job for a bit." He quickly held out a red-skinned hand and sera shut her mouth, "An honest job kiddo."
Sera's lips twisted in a wry smile, "Alright then - but if nothing better comes along; promise I get one go at doing things my way."
Gat stood and threw a handful of credits on the counter, "Come on then midget let's go."
Sera batted his hand away when he tousled her tawny brown curls, smarting from the comment about her lack of inches; the one thing she was typically girly about.
