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Cere drapes the towel around her shoulders to catch the last few drips from her mostly dry hair. Cal is draped over the kitchen table a far cry from his energy during morning practice. BD is perched on his back, radiating heat, that she feels as she ruffles his still damp hair.
“Tea?”
“Please.” He answers not looking up from the crack he's absently tracing along the table.
The kettle hummed in the background it's short tune just enough to be heard over the bubbling water. BD danced and spun to its tune as Cal collected mugs from the cupboard, bright green for him and he held up a purple and black and swirled one questioningly with a mischievous grin. Cere smiled and nodded her agreement as she walked back to her quarters to leave the towel, collect a blanket and her heilkset. The couch was soft and comfortable especially with the thick green and yellow blanket draped across their laps.
“I think that if I combine some Ataru and Vaapad that should give me the power for that move.” He gestured slowly with his free hand as demonstration in between sips of tea.
“That sounds workable, Cal. Do you want to try it tomorrow?” She adjusted the tuning of the strings. He nodded settling back against her side, his head resting tiredly on her shoulder. A slight whisper of the force tucked the blanket better around him against the early morning cold. It was quiet again as she started the first a few bars. BD bounced over from scanning in the kitchen to fold down on top of the coffee table in front of them.
“Where is it from?” Cal asked not moving from her shoulder and BD trailed an echo of the question in support. Always curious these two, they were well matched in that.
“It’s an old song that I used to play for the children when they were nervous about how far we had to go. It’s about resting before starting a new journey.”
“It’s nice.”
“Yes it is.” She agreed continuing to play. BD bobbed along on the coffee table, the red light of his recorder on but otherwise he was quiet. Cal's head resting on her shoulder, a blanket draped over both their laps, the soft cushions of the couch, the strings under her fingers, quiet of the Mantis. It was almost –
“Good morning crew, boy humans sure are weird getting up only to go back to sleep on the couch?” Greez burst into the main lounge.
Good morning Greez.” Cere greeted setting the heilkset on the table. BD jumped to Cal's lap with ominous fairytales of those who disturbed much-needed slumber.
“That's a new one, BD.” Cere commented.
“We weren't sleeping Greez.” Cal objected rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
“Yeah, sure kid.” He scoffed. “What you want for breakfast anyway?” He began taking pots and pans out of the cupboards. “Hey, is that the last purple one?” Greez asked shoving mugs around on the shelf.
“Of course not, Greez.” Cere answered innocently.
“Bah”