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What do you get when a talking ferret, a green midget and an amnesic princess sit down to dinner?
Content: Daxter, Garnet and Yoda sit down for dinner and discuss Garnets memory loss.
Setting: Cafe Ersesat
Time: early evenining
Warnings: none
It was sometime later that the odd company Yoda found himself in entered Café Ersesat.
Judging by the fake sky it was just about dusk, or what amounted to it in the city of
Unless he reached into her with the Force there was no way he would be able to help her quickly, although some problems needed more physical methods. But there was nothing here on this strange world to jog her memory unless someone from her “world” had been sucked here as well, but using the journals to discover that could put them all at risk. He would ask their opinions in a moment, after they had all settled down in comfortable chairs around a table in the back of the café.
He struggled to get into his seat, the chairs bottom being several centimeters above his head. He could have just used the Force to hop up into it, but that would be irresponsible. Life put challenges in your’ path for a reason, whether it was memory loss or getting into a chair. After a few moments of struggle, ignoring any offers of help he managed to seat himself. His eyes were just visible over the tables top.
no subject
He looked at Daxter as the rodent like sentient asked him incredulously what it was he was eating. Truth be told he doubted very much that either of them really wanted to know what he’d found piled up in the cafes’ trashcans and corners. “Really want to know do you?”
As an act of charity though he closed his eyes for a moment, unmoving he reached out to the Force, calling upon a light breeze. He had the pleasant aroma of his “stew” swept away in an instant without appearing to have done anything. He downed a few more spoonfuls before looking at Garnet, “To your’ liking the food is? Memories does it bring back?” It was a long shot but maybe what she was eating now was something from her home world. Strange, how the meaning of that phrase had come to change so suddenly.