Room 315, Monday Afternoon

[likes_scoundrels]

Leia had managed to finish unpacking, if by unpacking one meant shoving most of the gowns her aunts had sent with her under the bed. The more practical clothing was stowed in the closet, along with a few nicer outfits for when she actually wanted to dress up a little. Such as for dates. Of which she had two this week. She'd wasted no time in giving her relatives reasons flail.

At the moment, she was sprawled on her bed, wondering just what she was going to tell her father and Winter (the two totally got different levels of information -- Winter got to hear about the boy roommate and the shirtless boys, for instance) about this place and supposedly long dead Jedi Knights and daughters and nephews from the future. She really needed to get a hold of a student directory and see if she could track down Ben and find out exactly how he was supposed to be her nephew when she didn't have any siblings.

The door was open.

[ooc: door and post are open. Any OCD is under the bed trying to draw the Skywalker family tree.]
 

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[likes_scoundrels]

"Just as long as you don't tell me I'm a grandmother, too," Leia said. That was way too much for a 16 year old to grasp.

Though she'd probably have to, come the next time AU kids showed up.

[solo_sword]

There was something like nervous laughter from Jaina, along with a hand gesture that was somewhere between "noooo" and *flail*.

"You are definitely not a grandmother," she assured her. And unless things straightened up with the stupid timelines, that wasn't happening for another five years and that'd be all Jacen's fault. So Leia would be twenty-one then. That'd be a ton better! "And considering I just managed to convince my version of you that's not happening for a long time, I completely appreciate hearing that out of you."

...She decided not to talk about prom yet. Because then she was going to have to think about who might show up for Leia that wasn't her and wtf.

[likes_scoundrels]

How about a wee version of Jaina with the last name Bass? No?

"Good," Leia said, giving Jaina her closest approximation of a stern motherly look. "You're too young. I'm too young."

[And now I must sleep. We can fade or SP, I'm good with either. :) ]

[solo_sword]

And there she sounded like Anakin. And the words were both reassuring, considering people back home had married her off mentally years ago, and kind of made her want to say things like You can't tell me what to do with a side of You're not my real mom!

"You are really good at the mom look already, though. Just remember I'm too old for you to ground me for anything," she said. Han would still threaten to ground her at thirty-four, though, so.

[likes_scoundrels]

"Why do I get the feeling you thought you were too old to be grounded from the first day you could talk?" Leia said.

[solo_sword]

"It wasn't that I was too old back then, just that you couldn't really make a grounding stick," Jaina shrugged. "Which was fine for me..."

[likes_scoundrels]

"Did you sneak out at night?" Leia asked. It would be karmic payback for her own slipping out of the palace.

[solo_sword]

"I never had to. I wasn't really under parental supervision when I reached the age where that became a thing," she admitted. The one time she didn't come home at night when she was staying with her parents, she'd been twenty and it was because she'd been kidnapped at the time. "I used to sneak out during the day. All the time. Starting from a very young age."

She had no problem giving up that info. Unless future!Leia stayed at home more and didn't leave her young Jedi children in the care of a protocol droid who couldn't possibly keep up with them, those kids would still get to have their fun.