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“I was meditating,” Corran informed his nosey droid. “My respiration was supposed to drop like that.”
Whistler’s response was surprisingly crude.
“I don’t know where you learned that kind of language...Droidbait? Did Gavin go back to visit his family again?” Corran should NOT let Whistler learn that kind of language.
“You droid is from Corellia, and it’s still learning bad language from Gavin’s?” Mirax’s giggles were a far more welcome interruption than Whistler’s electric prod.
“Cop,” Corran pointed out.
“Then I’m going to steal your heart away. You might want to investigate the bedroom,” Mirax teased her Jedi husband.