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“It’s rude to look through your master’s datapad without asking.”
Nautolans didn’t blush, per se, but she could feel the guilt and embarrassment radiating off of her padawan. Truthfully speaking, it wasn’t a big deal, since the only thing she had on that datapad was…
“Master, you write romance novels?” her padawan blurted out.
“I know it’s every padawan’s duty to think her master is dreadfully boring, but we do have hobbies sometimes.”
“But…I know these books! Lots of padawans have read them. They’ve won awards!”
“Well, I’m delighted that you enjoy them, but flattery won’t get you out of returning my datapad.”
Her padawan stared blankly for a moment, then jumped and quickly shoved the datapad into her hands like it had been burning her, shaking her head all the while.
“I still can’t believe it…”
“It really is just a hobby. I admit that they’ve seen some success, but that’s all it is. I have no use for the money, of course; it’s all donated to various charities across Coruscant.”
“My friends are never going to believe me if I tell them that you wrote those books.”
“I’m sure you will survive carrying such a burdensome secret.”