#;this is a queue

"Please tell me the karaoke has some Spice Girls. I need me some old school music." The games - and the uber-competitiveness that they will bring - can come after they jam out a little bit.

The words took time to absorb, Finn taking a beat too long to nod his head in agreement. “And what do you do when something like that changes you?” Because he was still trying to figure out who he was now that he was a free man.

     “He-ey, Nana. When did you turn into a white dude?”

The worry nags at his heart that maybe he missed something in his exhaustion, but keeping the search going will not help. He knows this, and so he shoots a tired smile to Jaina when he catches her looking through the transparisteel. “Yeah, no signs on the ships or through the Force.” He shakes his head, smile slipping into a frown. “We’ll start up the search again after we get some rest.” He hates that they have to stop, but he knows he is no help like this.

     Her laugh was just this side of self-conscious, but her small smile was genuine if a bit wry as she glanced over at him. “You’d be one of the only people to say that.”

“Roller coasters give you adrenaline rushes without the heart attack and jump scares.” Laurel generally liked Halloween - the costumes and the candy, and the kids dressed up never failed to make her smile - but she did not get the appeal of haunted houses at all.

Spite was a powerful motivator. He had embraced it when people told him he would not survive, when they told him he would not make a good Jedi. That had given Luke a bit of a headache though, but he had balanced it with actually wanting to do good, so it worked. Right? “Can I say I inherited it from your father?” He shot her a smirk, nose crinkling at what he knew Han’s reaction to that would be.