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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[for_everyone]

Hera, on the other hand, is managing her cover of a content tourist maybe too well.

(She grew up in a desert, okay? She enjoys the rain!)

But she has settled back in her chair at the ideal angle to watch Kanan, keep the other patrons in her peripheral vision, and listen to the rain beat against the window. That and the possibility of caf actually made for Twi'leks is leaving her little to complain about.

"What's up with you?"