(This is ridiculous. Lucretia wipes her glasses and stares at the sail and tries to think again.)
Maybe if we– do it together, and slowly. Don't make a sex joke. (funny how decades of living with taako have caused her to automatically tack that last bit on the end, there.)
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(This is ridiculous. Lucretia wipes her glasses and stares at the sail and tries to think again.)
Maybe if we– do it together, and slowly. Don't make a sex joke. (funny how decades of living with taako have caused her to automatically tack that last bit on the end, there.)