Don't get so uppity, damnit!

The old man shrugged at her accusation. "Yes, I did." Jolee answered simply. "I always knew. It simply wasn't my place to tell you. I wasn't there to judge, anyway; point fingers and shout like some of the people on the Jedi Council. You'd apparently changed from the past and become a fine young lass afterwards. That's all I needed to understand." "Besides," he added with a wry grin, "I don't think the story would have had as much of an impact if it were a gizka or a whirlbat I was talking about. Do you?"

Revan visiting Jolee’s Grave. o(；△；)o ((<3))

Of course Jolee knew that Revan was joking around. It was true that most of the folks on the Ebon Hawk were sort of like a pseudo-family to him, anyway. Still, the old man was cranky, and he was a bit tired. "Bah." he snorted, accurately guessing what the younger man was trying to do. "You're too young to be so nosy. But, I suppose you'll just nag at me until I cough it up, aren't you?" He shook his head, a faint smirk growing on his lips. Crazy kid... "Fine. I'll tell you about something. But, remember. You asked for it, so pay attention!" Jolee responded. He folded his arms across his chest, looking up as he thought. Hmm...

"never use this word because it’s common, instead use all of these things that i’ll call synonyms even though they carry different connotations and will change the meaning of your dialogue if you use them" — very bad and unfortunately very common writing advice