[ a permissive nod. fingers wedged carefully between the pages, leia picks up the book and gathers her skirts, lifting off the ground to put herself at the table, as well. the skirt is long enough to hide her ankles, and her hair is braided into a long tail that hangs down her back and past her waist. she has to toss it over the back of the chair to avoid sitting on it. ]
Fiction blurs reality, naturally. [ keeping in mind that these movies could have amplified or diluted certain situations, nevermind outright twisted them into something they actually weren't. ] But I can't ignore the fact that you know more than my brother and I could have ever hoped to.