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Incredibly, Caroline was absolutely on board with the texts that she was receiving, all the way through the strategic winky face. She'd flopped onto her bed in preparation of a cleverly flirtatious exchange, but that mood was immediately halted when texts five and six came through.

A similarly lengthy response had already begun to form itself in Caroline's head when her door, always left unlocked, edged open to let someone in. Mark was not at all who she expected to see when she peeked over the top of her phone, but she didn't appear to be startled by his appearance. Not in any sense of the word, amazingly.

"I don't just wear the bikini under everything--only just got it anyway. Could put it on if you're sure you won't...shoot first...while you're watching." She assumed he'd be the type to watch someone undress, at least. "Forgot your droid though, Jedi. You do have a droid, right? Didn't...you know, loan it off to a moisture farmer kid?"

A very strong opinion regarding his last text was barely managing to remain contained. He might have robots or treasure; she had to keep it cool.

Something about the way Mark said 'I am very experienced' led Caroline to believe he was not at all experienced, which meant readjusting her entire plan. She heavily considered just changing into it now to call his bluff, but scaring him off meant no robots and no treasure, so she kept that idea on the back burner for the moment.

"Thought I'd been real clear the special's firmly on the s**t tier." She hadn't, and was grossly misremembering her JOY-induced high praise of the supposed message within the special. "Can't argue though--loaning a droid'd be about that stupid. Yeah."

It was then that she turned her attention back to the phone and its continually incoming messages, happening to catch a brief segment discussing Han and the Force.

"No--hang on--no. You're not one of those who thinks Han's Force sensitive, are you? 'cause there's a hell of a lot of examples giving a solid distinction between pilot and Jedi, and it's--I mean, are you trying to argue he'd had some kind of gray Jedi s**t going?"

"That's not how the Force w--uh."

The well-placed quote that she'd been feeling very proud about was now useless, fizzling out into nothing. Answering his question seemed boring in comparison.

"Yeah. Well. Yeah, it's--well, you know. Sort of like Leia and Luke. Not that he's my brother, he's...well, he's Mimsy's brother, is the thing, but it's more--I guess it's more similar to them with how they didn't both know 'til later. I didn't know she had a brother before I got here, even though she knew. But I knew I was related to her--of course. And yeah, Leia and Luke kissed, 'cause things were weird with the script, but--I mean, we don't have scripts making our decisions for us. We make our own stories. I guess it's only technical, anyway. Uh, you'd say Leia's related to Breha and Bail Organa, right? Or what about Luke, that's better--would Luke be related to them? Because some people have a loose sense of the word 'related', so..."

Mark and Caroline's discussion of what constituted incest in Deus and Star Wars had to be pretty deeply engaging, because they hadn't noticed Lucky standing outside the doorway for the last three minutes looking completely mortified that his name had been dropped into the conversation several times now.

He lifted a finger for a moment to gesture at the two of them, still lost for words.

"I am just... going to pretend I didn't hear any of that," he spoke slowly, "and just be glad I found Mark while everyone still had their clothes on."

Internally debating the probability of Kylo Ren levels of incest took a fair bit of time, especially considering a recent variable of patricide that made it even more probable, and Caroline only managed to get out an excessively prideful "yeah, I am Mimsy's hot mom" before the entire situation here came crashing down in the second most mortifying way possible. It could only have ranked worse if Mimsy accompanied him - she checked in a panic, even leaning to look beyond the doorframe because that girl was way too good at creeping around - and was only slightly relieved when the ranking remained at second-worst.

"Yes. Yeah. You didn't hear any of that," she agreed, voice audibly anxious. "Just--you know, just uh, for the record, I said 'no Lucky'--no offense, again--look, see--"

She found the relevant text on her phone that began with 'No Lucky', and had just held it out to show him when Mark offered up the tablet. The phone that she'd extended towards Lucky was immediately and physically dropped without a second thought, as she used both freed hands to reach for the 'map'.

"Holy s**t," she breathed out through a smile, admiring the tech. "Yeah, that's the droid I'm looking for."

Before he could text Mark a reply, Lucky instinctively fumbled for the falling phone, managing to catch it in midair. He held it out awkwardly in front of him. It was both a relief and a concern that she even had to say it. "Th...anks..."

At least he provided a good and silent third wheel for the exchange of the map as he glanced between them. He was still wondering why Mark's definition of a threesome or even a twosome was a high-tech pirate treasure hunt. Everything was different now.

He was surprised Mark had noticed him at all, and jumped a little at being addressed.

"You," he explained without explaining anything, still looking mildly queasy, "But you're not... okay. Sure. Okay."

"-- we have a rune-diving cult?"