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"Hopefully you two inherited the dancing genes from your father, and not me."
"Don't tell your mother," Alicio conspired, leaning down to dispense his secrets to the children, well within earshot of Amani, "But I hope that too." He stood up straight again, a wry smile on his face, before offering Amani a consolatory peck on the cheek.
The idea that an animal could have latent Force-like abilities was... an odd one, but stranger things had happened. Alicio sat down on the side of the road, positioning August in his lap like a throne. The curious racyons inched forward a little at a time, their tiny heads bobbing up and down to get a better look at House Organa.
Alicio smirked at Amani. "Maybe I am." He studied the little critters with equal amounts intrigue and suspicion. Turning his head up to look at his father, August seemed to do the same, staring at the racyons, a sighing 'ahh' sound tumbling from his mouth. "But it does sound a little... ridiculous."
"They are very cute, regardless."
An itch in the back of his mind told Alicio to turn his gaze to the side. At a stall across the street, he saw Kahlil Noble and little Vera line up for a water gun game. Remembering when he'd played the game with Vera, Amani, and Valery Noble on Pasaana, Alicio found a mischievous smile. "How long do you think until Vera splashes him?," he asked, tilting his head their direction.