Rion

[notallofus]

Come to Rion, they said.

See a tropical paradise, they said.

No one ever mentioned a monsoon season.

Meeting their contact in the open is going to look both suspicious and stupid, so he and Hera have taken refuge in a nearby cantina that mostly serves a billion varieties of caf. Seating by the window has just cleared out, and from there they can make visual contact with the Pantoran they're here to meet.

At least that's the current hope.

And hey, the chairs are pretty comfortable.

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[notallofus]

He shakes away the swat, giving his empty cup a slightly mournful look.

"There's chores and then there's chores. And you can't tell me you don't like bargaining."

[for_everyone]

"I don't like spending credits."

Or at least, she has trouble actively enjoying it.

[notallofus]

"Neither do I."

It's true.

"Lucky for me I also like living by my wits."

Or Hera's wits. Sometimes both!

[for_everyone]

"And that's always worked out well," she says, her tone completely unironic.

[notallofus]

"I didn't say I was great at it. Just that I liked it."

What?

[for_everyone]

"And I said it worked out well," she answers, innocently.

"Except when you're trying to steal my caf."

[notallofus]

"So, except for all the time, then."

His heart, it breaks.

[for_everyone]

"There is such a thing as asking, you know."

She's just saying.

[notallofus]

"Your face does a thing when I don't ask, and I fail, and it's amazing."

Hera's dubious and long-suffering expression is a work of art.

(Hera's face in general is . . . anyway.)

[for_everyone]

Well then.

Hera's just going to finish off her caf herself, Kanan.

And not be smiling at all while she's doing it, nope.

[notallofus]

Of course not.

Everyone knows smiles are abhorrent to pilots.

Kanan, sitting there toying with his empty cup, is definitely not smiling, either.

And of course this is when their contact shows up.

Ah well, it was nice while it lasted.