Little Star
Coruscant


Vera huffed so hard her cheeks puffed out.
"The only embarrassing thing here is you and Mom," she grumbled, spinning back around and stomping dramatically back into the room. "Seriously, you two are nasty." But the flare of over-the-top horror faded quickly, replaced by something warmer, quieter.
She stepped behind her father's chair, letting her arms slip around his neck in a soft hug, chin lightly resting on his shoulder.
"But," she murmured, "Dinner does sound good."
She smiled against him, just a little.
"Maybe burgers? Steak? Something good! He’s kind of quiet about that stuff, but I’ll figure it out." A pause, then a grin as she leaned a bit closer. "Definitely something sweet for dessert, though. He’s too serious sometimes — he needs cake."
Her smile softened as she lingered there, the moment settling.
"I’m glad you’re helping with it, Dad," she said quietly. "With… y’know. All of this."