Practice for…for what? How was he supposed to practice, anyway?

Jett was still slightly stunned with the whole encounter; he looked after the girl, shook his head, glanced at where she’d been, looked at where she’d gone, and then just gave up. He ran his fingers through his hair before he lowered his arms and walked back to the counter where the register and the light saber were.

He picked up the toy, gave it a look over, and then just sighed heavily, still wondering what the hell he’d just gotten himself into. Again.