Jedi Mom
Broke Down Mountain
Location: Belkadon, Rakata Mountain
Tags: Millia Korraay
It was nice to know that Millia was open to the idea, though Mi'la had to wonder how intensive the decontamination process on Millia's ship would be. Then she had to think if her own ship would be up to par for Millia. She made a mental note to see what sort of cleaning process her ship had. She couldn't help but giggle as Millia talked about recording their experiences, thinking to put emphasis on the mission. "Now, that would be an entirely different report, probably best for the confines of a novel." She laughed, savoring the kiss that Millia gave her, but had to break off as Millia hit her with a surprise tickle, the Twi'lek squealing aloud for a moment as she clamped down over her assailed area, her lekkus coiling around her neck in embarrassment. "If you try that during a sparring match I'm going to be very grumpy."
Huffing at Millia's antics, she giggled at the mess that was their tent. "Well, technically you started it. If we are assigning blame." Mi'la couldn't suppress the grin on her features, as she wiggled herself free of the sleeping bag, stretching out her back, as she spotted her borrowed shirt in the corner, and caught a glimpse of the pants tangled up within the inside of the sleeping bag. She sunk down at that, her face lighting up as it seemed she couldn't go a minute without getting flustered now. "Okay, maybe we did get a bit crazy. Hopefully DATA didn't record anything." She began collecting the clothes, hoping beyond hope the droid didn't have a wild side to himself. Last thing Mi'la needed was a recording of last night circulating.