Anakin's thoughts were extremely accurate, as she hadn't been listening to a word they said. As it was, she was zipping down the aisles of the Warehouse. The flying bike was somewhere in the midst of Aisle 4392-102, the Aisle of Noel, the snow going by in a gust of chill with the twinkle of supernatural lights and artifact-lined shelves blurred past. The snow blew out behind the bike, sprinkling down over everything in her wake, and -
"What? Ooh, lightsaber." Claudia turned and broke into a grin, her mind temporarily back in the Land of Make Believe.
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