Right, that was enough of that. "Food's about done I think." Domino said as she stood. She'd tried, it's just that feeling another's hands on her had been bringing back memories. And as good as Circe may have been at massages, you treated lekku different from a back or shoulders.
Leading the way over to the dining area, Domino began to answer her guest's last question. "As far as I'm aware it even pre-dates our time on Ryloth." The food was laid out for them along with a glass of water for her and some chilled wine for Circe. There was also an embarrassingly large pile of notebooks, texts, and diagrams sprawled across the table where things had spilled over from her work area which Domino started clearing off as she continued. "Most people call it our home-planet, which it is now, but there's little anthropological evidence to support we evolved there. No close cousins or ancestral bones. So unless we just popped into existence there, we immigrated at some point." Finally stacking the last book and with most of the rest of the stuff shuffled out of the way, Domino waved Circe to a seat and took her own.
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