#((psst))

I like cooking! And smashing control panels! Thanks Papa! Thanks Grandpapa! -goes to break things while cooking-

Anakin: nods approvingly.

Qara remained under the table even long after the dinner came to a close; although she had been long since asleep when it happened. The beer Allen brought her went to her lightweight head pretty fast, and she seemed to have drifted off in the middle of their conversation, since Ser Fancy (as she secretly named Allen in her head) was gone when she woke, probably sleeping in one of the rooms or having taken off to a bed of his own.  

She'd been used to waking up early in the morning since she left home; she found the earliest hours were often the ones to bring the most opportunities in the day. And today was no different. 

It was still before dawn when she opened her eyes, her head feeling slightly heavy and aching due to the alcohol she consumed (she was not too used to drinking it, after all), yet she did not let that stop her from sneaking out the door before anyone could take notice.

Outside, she splashed some of the salt water from the port at her face to regain some clearance of her mind. The docks were still quiet and peaceful around her as she spared another glance at the ship that she hoped would be able to take her somewhere far away, if she played it right.