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This time, it's Rial's turn to call Plourr. And he's smiling quietly as he does so, because this means that she'll be back.

Soon.

"Plourr?"

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Of course Plourr's comm unit starts beeping loudly right when she's got her head underneath her X-wing's console.

And so it is a disheveled, swearing princess who slaps the unit on, sitting up in the pilot's couch. "No good kriffing son of a Sith fucking harlot--" And here she lapses into guttural Huttese, cussing out the console. It's only a second or two, though, because she snaps back to Basic and says, "Hi," rubbing the back of her head.

"Uh."

"Is this a bad time? Because I can call back later."

"No," she says, looking at her hand a moment to be sure there's no sign of blood, "no, it's good. It'd just be better if the console was set a little higher, or if I'd been leaning under it a little lower."

"Ah, yeah."

Grins a little.

"So. I've got news."

"News?" She settles back in the couch, propping first one boot up on the offending console, then the other. She leans over the edge of the cockpit a moment, looking down to see that the hangar bay is deserted apart from her (which isn't surprising, given the time of night). She sits up straight again, nudging the comm unit with her foot to adjust its position. "What kind?"

"The New Republic Summit is being held on Eiattu."

He's got a large, self-satisfied smile on.

"So. You get to come home."

Her mouth falls open. "The diplomatic summit? The one we campaigned f-- we got it?"

"Mm-hmm."

He sits back, and smirks.

"I believe you owe me money."

"Son of a bitch," she says, but she's grinning from ear-to-ear.

He laughs.

"We've been through this before. My parents are perfectly respectable."

"Shut up, it's an expression," she says distractedly.

"We really got it? You're not just kriffing with me?"

"No, I'm not. And watch your language, Princess."

It's not just bantering. She's coming home, so she needs to act the part.

Some of the delight slips from her face.

"I'm not a child, Rial."

"I know that."

Mildly enough.

"Anyway, I only just heard. Don't spoil the surprise."

That's real convincing. "Yeah."

Moving on.

"But it's official?"

"Very much so."

A pause, and he glances away, "I don't think you're a child, Plourr. I never have."

"Yeah," she says. "When is this set for; a few weeks from now, right?"

"Can't remember the exact date, but that sounds about right."

Refuses to look back, "Anyway. I'll see you later.

Maybe it's good that he'd looked away, because there's a very real flash of hurt across her face.

She doesn't say anything. She just snaps the unit off.

Rial puts his head in his hands. He should call her. He should call her back and apologize and maybe then things will be better. He'll call her and she'll swear at him and he'll make some dumb joke and say sorry and she'll smile and then everything will be okay again.

He'll call her.

But in the end, he doesn't.

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