Shamara had donned her favorite hooded jacket the one with the insurmountable amount of fur around the hood and lining the coat itself. She was excited to spend some time with her mom and sister, an all girls all force-sensitive group up to some holiday fun. It might even distract Shania and get her out of her love woes slump for a little while. Plus, Shamara loved the chance to be around a much younger version of her mother, whom she looked a lot like, she had realized. There was a bright smile on her face as she joined the other two, hopping between one foot and the other. “So! Where are we going? Shopping, eating, both?” Mara still couldn’t believe that her daughters were here. Two beautiful grown up daughters who seemed to have turned out okay despite the fact that neither she nor Cassian had had any kind of conventional upbringing. She smiled as Shania walked up and shrugged. “I took the afternoon off and I haven’t had anything since breakfast so food first and then shopping? We have just about anything you could want here as you know so what sounds good? There might be some places here that aren’t around in your time.” Things came and went here so there was no way of knowing if any of her personal favorites were around twenty five years from now. Give or take a year allowing for her lack of math skills. Well, at least everyone else looked excited. Shania was a little - okay, well she was almost always a little grumpy. Prone to the word ugh she was just definitely the person who fit that niche in their little girl gang. But for now? She did really want to seem okay, or at least show off that on the family front she totally was, for her sister and her Mom. A version of her Mom. Actually, it really wasn’t that weird. Atlantis had always enjoyed its weirdo daytrips and all that when they were growing up and as she bound up she looped an arm around Shamara’s waist and smirked over at their Mom. “Did someone say food?” She said, perking up almost instantly. “I’m kriffin’ famished, seriously, I could eat a whole cow or pig or something else that’s you know, big or whatever.” She laughed lightly, pulling slowly away from her sister and shoving her hands in the pocket of her own jacket - she owned way, way too many fur jackets. This particular one? Fluffy, hip length, and jet black. “Okay, I was going to suggest the Mos Eisley Cantina but we’ll find somewhere that serves whole mammals instead.” Shamara joked, winking at her sister. It was cute how fluffy the two of them looked even though they had never done the completely identical outfits thing. They had both inherited their father’s good taste in jackets and coats, and it involved a lot of fur. Fake fur, of course, at least for Shamara. No animals need be harmed in the name of her vanity.
She wasn’t that invested in any one specific place, as she was typically adaptable, so she turned the options onto her mom just in case her suggestion wasn’t unanimously agreed on. “No but really, we’ll go wherever you guys want that serves good portions. Any ideas, mom?” “The Cantina would be good. I haven’t had the chance to eat there yet,” Mara replied. “If they’re anything like the original, they could probably find you a cow or a moose or something, Shania. Although you might want to double check it before you eat it.” she grinned. “Let’s go. I’m hungry too but not quite ready for an entire animal just yet.” Shania really wanted to response that she was basically always ready to eat. Always. “Seriously?” She said with a laugh - things like the cantina were basically a joke between half of the next gen kids. Okay, maybe that was more so a thing because of Kára and you know. When your Dad is Lando Calrissian it’s kinda hard to avoid jokes about Cantinas when you have access to any history you want ever in your life. And okay, also when you’re also related to you know, the rest of the people from the universe - even if Luke was more an honourary uncle than a technical one. “Whatever, Cantina. Now. Foooooood.” She said - suddenly grabbing Shamara’s arm and giving it a tug. Having the chance to show mom to the Cantina for the first time in Atlantis filled Shamara with joy, even if she, too, shared the same thought about how the Cantina was both a landmark and a bit of a joke. But where else would they go? A Ye Olde Pub? Shamara didn’t think so. And the idea of Shania eating a whole moose while a version of the Modal Nodes played was hilarious. Uncle Luke might not find it so funny, but hey, he wasn’t here. As Shania tugged on her arm Shamara couldn’t help a yelp of protest that turned into a laugh as she looked back over her shoulder and held out hand at mom. “Come on before she bites off my arm!” “Hey, no cannibalism you two. I’m pretty sure your father and I wouldn’t have condoned that,” Mara laughed. “But yeah, I went to see it when it popped up but I was busy and I didn’t actually go in and then your dad proposed so…” she shrugged and then realized she had probably revealed a little more than her daughters wanted to know about how they had celebrated their engagement. “I asked Luke once if it really was a ‘wretched hive of scum and villany’ but he just rolled his eyes at me.” Laughing, Shania rolled her eyes, “Oh come oooooonnnn.” She groaned, “I’ve never even nibbled at you! And - hey, hey.” She gave her twin a little look, “Telling Pineapple to do it doesn’t count. That’s third party, you can’t prove a thing.” It was nice to be here, just joking with her sister and - oh god their Mom was so young. Obviously, Mara was the sort who aged well anyway but it was nice to see their parents like this. Happy, even if still fighting it out with COS. The darker haired twin had to stifle and obvious snort at the comment about Luke, “Uncle Luke, eyerolling? Shocking.” She joked openly, loosening her grip on Shamara’s arm - but keeping them linked as she bumped her hip into her sister’s, “I mean - kriff - you’re just totally floored, right Sham?” She teased. It was funny to be scolded by mom when they were almost the same age, and about cannibalism, too. Shamara laughed, then turned to her sister and wagged a finger in her face. “I can if I filmed it!” She replied to Shania, before giving Mara Jade an endeared look when she mentioned having been proposed to recently. She must be so happy; both of them, actually. Giving Shania a knowing look, she snickered at imagining Uncle Luke rolling his eyes. He was sharp and dry of humor, and the fact that he had rolled his eyes at their mom’s question didn’t answer it at all. “Oh yes, shocking and appaling. I can’t tell if that means it is or it isn’t though. Was it a ‘don’t be ridiculous’ eye roll or a ‘obviously it’s all true’ eye roll?” Mara was still amazed that she and Cassian had made these two wonderful young women. She wished that their brother had come too but she was happy to get to know her daughters. Not that she wouldn’t get to know them eventually but seeing them now was the best Christmas gift she could have ever gotten. Even though she hadn’t known a thing about Christmas until she got here. “Luke likes to pretend that he’s this super Zen Jedi Master but he’s really not all that Zen,” she laughed. “Which doesn’t sound like it changes much in the future. By the way…..” she shouldn’t ask, she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. “Is…..um...he single there? Just curious.” More than just curious, she was dying to know. “I promise not to say a word.” Shania snickered openly, exchanging a look with Shamara that she wasn’t sure their Mother would pick up on but she knew her twin would. A little look that spoke of years of inside jokes and things that connected the twins not only through their shared use of the force but because it was always just sort of different to be a twin. A look that spoke to the fact that Shania and Shamara were full of these little moments of obviouslys and shockinglys. Really, she didn’t know where the hell she’d be if she did have Shamara and that bond - it was so much a part of her that she just couldn’t even fathom other wise. “Sham.” She said, knocking her hip into her twin’s again, “Sham I think Mom just asked us if we’re gossips.” She couldn’t help but cackle a little playfully, “Gossips! The thought!”
Of course, when it came down to it - the twins had lead a life that was so painfully normal compared to their parents that they were actually afford the ability to be gossips. Sometimes. Okay, gossip was actually a fairly huge part of being in what could only be referred to as a Girl Gang. Between the twins, Marce, Kyn and Astrid, and Eve? Oh and the other twins, okay well Hope was a girl, but El was still also her twin. And that barely scratched the surface. There were a lot of girls and a lot of girls who came from good, strong families that taught them good morals and then of course half of them were actually or basically related to Margo and Eliot so… they’d all learned some great social skills as well, of course. Shamara was well aware of Luke’s less-than-zen true nature, which endeared her to the old man (well, not here) a lot. He was sassy and funny and made training much more enjoyable that way. She hadn’t been expecting their mom’s question, however, and though she hid her surprise her eyes darted over to Shania immediately, coming to discover her twin already giving her a look. Shamara smirked. “I would never! Can we even deal with the fallout of spoiling the timeline like this? What if the sky falls and elephants become cats or something? All because of gossip! Plus we’re so not gossips.” She lied.
Giving Shania a look, she turned to their mom, cocking her head to the side. “Why do you wanna know about such a specific yet somehow insignificant detail, mom?” It was a good question. Why did she want to know? Even though they were two entirely different worlds, he was still important to her and he was her friend. There was also their time in Breckentale when they’d been much more than friends but she didn’t know if the twins knew about that so she wasn’t going to mention it. It was confusing enough for everyone who’d lived through it. “Luke’s my friend and i want him to be happy. He deserves it and from what little I know, things don’t go so well in his own timeline so if he’s still around where you’re from, I hope he’s happy.” Mara hadn’t looked anything but Rey had told her how she’d found him and while she had ended up here before she spoke to him, it didn’t sound like a very happy existence. Shania flashed her Mom the most genuine smile she could muster, and it was genuine, it just took a little mustering at the moment. “Don’t worry, we can promise you that you know - war won, things are calm, people get to just live their quaint little lives.” It was as genuine as it was sarcastic, honestly, and that probably said more about Shania than it did anything about the future. She was just that sort - like their parents, she didn’t have a personality that really did well in total calm. Not that she’d say that outloud, it would have been out of place for lunch. It would have sounded callous and made her a bitch considering there were kids around from a very, very different future than her’s. Shania might not have had the best social cues at times - but she wasn’t a horrible person, just sort of an idiot and maybe a little too loud. For Shamara, it was a little easier to pretend to be perfectly alright with how peaceful and normal things were, because thinking anything else made her feel extremely guilty every time. Feeling like something was missing and that her skills were being wasted sounded ungrateful, the kind of thing she refused to ever voice out loud. She let Shania voice her own opinion freely, and only smiled and nodded and tried to focus on the other things. “Yeah mom, he’s fine. Everyone’s fine. Most everyone’s way better off than if they were in their respective worlds.” It still didn’t entirely answer her question but it was probably best that she didn’t know. The future would take care of itself no doubt. She looked at Shamara, seeing the signs of her own restlessness in her daughter. Truth be told, she could see herself in both of them. The twins were absolutely a mix of her personalities and Cassian’s and she sensed that Shamara was the more Jedi (if that was a word) of the two.
“Well that’s good. I know that a lot of people came from places and times that weren’t good.” Of course the girls knew the story of the Rogue One mission and how he had literally come here mere seconds before dying. “There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not grateful for this place and the fact that I met your father and now I know that I have three more reasons to be grateful.” She shook her head. “We should go get food before I get too sappy. I try to avoid that whenever I can.”