Room 529, Saturday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Well, one good long spar with her new lightsaber and it hadn't broken; Tahiri was counting that as a good thing. (Not that, as long as it had taken her to build, she was worried about having done a rushed job with it.)

Dinner afterward was clearly the appropriate way to celebrate the occasion, which was why she and Ben had headed up to her room with several containers of takeout and, of course, ice cream.

. . . so, basically, a typical date night for them. Fighting and food. All the elements were there!

[OOC: For the boy, as the post might indicate!]

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[weetuskenraider]

"Not even," Tahiri asked, deliberately licking sauce off her fingertip and grinning at him, "if you take a few minutes to think really, really hard about it?"

Even if she gave him those few minutes, she wasn't likely to make them easy on him at this rate.

[momslilassassin]

"Even then," Ben said, reaching for her hand and kissing the next finger over.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri moved to run her thumb over his lips. "Then I'd say you show signs of being smart after all."

[momslilassassin]

Feeling very daring, he darted his tongue out to touch her thumb.

[weetuskenraider]

After all this time, that took a lot of daring? Oh, Ben.

That . . . really only encouraged Tahiri to reciprocate and reach for his hand.

[momslilassassin]

Oh, that poor, melted ice cream. Ben used the Force to float the dinner away from their laps (since his hand was busy) and leaned in to kiss her neck.