There are improvements to the new Razor Crest Peli has managed to find. The sheer size of the thing for starters. It’s spacious enough for their growing family. Siobhan’s also relieved to find out there weren’t any ladders to climb to get up to the cockpit. It’s a straight shot from the hull, passing several rooms and larger alcoves.
She doesn’t want to have to climb up a narrow ladder with swollen ankles when she’s eventually pregnant again.
Peli, at first, wanted to convince Din to get some tiny Starfighter. Both Siobhan and Din weren’t as impressed as Peli had been with the ship. It’s a small, flashy little thing. While Siobhan appreciated her old little ship, this was different, instead of homely, it was…well…something else certainly.
Din doesn’t hold his tongue like Siobhan does regarding his feelings for the ship. “That is a pile of junk.”
“We won’t all fit in there.” Siobhan interrupts before Din and Peli could argue about the state of the Starfighter.
She grins as Peli swings around, too caught up in her eagerness to show Din the “perfect” ship she had found. Peli hadn’t even noticed Siobhan at first trailing behind Din with two armfuls of babies. Peli double takes when she sees a squirming Grogu and Dinah.
“There’s two of them now? Where’d you get the second one?”
“Us.” Siobhan turns her proud, loving gaze towards her husband. “This one’s homemade.”
Dinah being the mini Din spitfire that she is, Grogu’s protector, her Mama’s unyielding support…just fills my heart!
Absolutely in awe of your writing bestie! (I always am!) The comparison of these characters then and now on Endor, how far this relationship and family has grown but Din and Siobhan are still unforgivingly themselves…beautiful.
