🌙 Witches,Werewolves and Losers🎈

"I think that would be really nice," she smiled as she looked over at him. She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed gently "I wanna see all my sunsets with you."

Colby watched her as she spoke, to be truly honest, he thought she would have been long gone by now. He leaned forward in his chair and set down his drink "I think neither of us is as bad as we think we are."

Cristina smiled brightly and offered him her hand. Even living together as husband and wife, it still felt a little like dating from the start. “I hope you like it. I had to move my Venus fly traps to a different part of the garden so they’d grow better too.”

"Oh! Were they not getting along with the daisies?" He laughed softly as he took her hand. He gave it a small squeeze and gestured for her to lead the way.

Ben sighed with relief and sat back. “Remind me to thank him for saving everyone’s ears…and to remind Viktor that it’s okay to give up teaching her at any point,” he added with a laugh.

"Yeah, but it's cute that Uncle Viktor wants to teach her. She loves all her uncles," she smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Oh, please! Let me pay you something, even if it’s a little! I’ve got plenty of credits!” She insisted, placing her other hand on his, keeping her grip on him. “I can’t thank you enough, Walt. I’m sure the little guy appreciates it too!”

"No, really, it's a good deed for a good deed," he insisted. He practically melted with her hands on his own. "Would you...like to stay for dinner?.... So he can relax for a bit of course."

Cristina smiled wider and fought off the urge to lace her fingers in his. “I would love that. I suppose he needs all that rest after lugging that sand around,” she noted. “Dinner is my treat, of course.”

Walt blushed again and smiled "only if you insist, though I don't mind making you dinner here at all."

“Well…I suppose I could stay on Canto Bight for a couple nights. You know, just to be sure that the little guy is functioning alright,” she offered. “I’d love to have you cook for me then.”

"Great! 3P0 should be back any minute with supplies!" He said as he turned and tugged her with him into his home above the shop.

"I think you mean you're stuck with me because I'm never leaving my sweet boys," she cooed softly, not even realizing she had used the plural.

“Oh, please! Let me pay you something, even if it’s a little! I’ve got plenty of credits!” She insisted, placing her other hand on his, keeping her grip on him. “I can’t thank you enough, Walt. I’m sure the little guy appreciates it too!”

"No, really, it's a good deed for a good deed," he insisted. He practically melted with her hands on his own. "Would you...like to stay for dinner?.... So he can relax for a bit of course."

Cristina smiled wider and fought off the urge to lace her fingers in his. “I would love that. I suppose he needs all that rest after lugging that sand around,” she noted. “Dinner is my treat, of course.”

Walt blushed again and smiled "only if you insist, though I don't mind making you dinner here at all."

“I apologize, respect is part of my creed, Your Highness,” he told her, finding them an empty booth to occupy. “I have an extra change of clothes for him in the bag if he has a hard time staying clean.” Never in a million years would be ever have pictured himself saying something like that.

"I understand, but I'm giving you permission. And you should respect my request. Your Highness makes me sound so....over the top." She smiled and pulled a hankerchief from her own bag and tucked it into his little outfit. "There we go! All safe."

“Oh, please! Let me pay you something, even if it’s a little! I’ve got plenty of credits!” She insisted, placing her other hand on his, keeping her grip on him. “I can’t thank you enough, Walt. I’m sure the little guy appreciates it too!”

"No, really, it's a good deed for a good deed," he insisted. He practically melted with her hands on his own. "Would you...like to stay for dinner?.... So he can relax for a bit of course."

“I apologize, respect is part of my creed, Your Highness,” he told her, finding them an empty booth to occupy. “I have an extra change of clothes for him in the bag if he has a hard time staying clean.” Never in a million years would be ever have pictured himself saying something like that.

"I understand, but I'm giving you permission. And you should respect my request. Your Highness makes me sound so....over the top." She smiled and pulled a hankerchief from her own bag and tucked it into his little outfit. "There we go! All safe."

Cristina smiled widely. All this time she had sworn she’d never adopt another droid, but it seemed like it was meant to be. “He was my friend the second I pulled him out of that sand,” she commented, gently using her force powers to move Lulu from her lap to the table. “Thank you, really. I, uh…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

Walt stood up and blushed, embarrassed he had been so rude. "Oh yes! Sorry! I'm Walter... but everyone just calls me Walt." He held out his hand. "And you are?."

She grinned back at him and leaned forward, slipping her hand into his. “Cristina. But you could call me Cris, almost everyone does.” It had been a long time since anyone called her “Princess” anyway, no use in bringing that up. “How much do I owe you for the droid?”

"Cristina, Cris...thats very pretty." he blushed again and looked down. "Oh! No, no, you don't owe me a thing, I'm just glad someone rescued this little guy."

“Yeah, his dad did too. Our dads were best friends, we’re best friends. I get out here to see him when I can. He was the only one that ever treated me like I was normal…” He cleared his throat a little as they passed a busy cantina. “Do you want to stop? Get the little one something to eat?”

"But you are normal," Frey insisted. "A normal, charming man, who clearly cares for others." She hummed and nodded her head."Yes, he can't just live off of treats."

Tommy hadn’t blushed in a long time, but it seemed to be happening more and more with her around. “Well…thank you, Princess.” He cleared his throat a little and steered them both inside the cantina. “He likes soup. And frogs. And eggs. They’ve got to have at least one of them here.”

"You don't have to call me that," she laughed and smiled. "You may call me by my name, Thomas," she stepped inside the restaurant and nodded. "I don't know about Frogs, but I'm sure they must have soup."

Cristina smiled widely. All this time she had sworn she’d never adopt another droid, but it seemed like it was meant to be. “He was my friend the second I pulled him out of that sand,” she commented, gently using her force powers to move Lulu from her lap to the table. “Thank you, really. I, uh…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

Walt stood up and blushed, embarrassed he had been so rude. "Oh yes! Sorry! I'm Walter... but everyone just calls me Walt." He held out his hand. "And you are?."