Rey is terrible at gardening. She understands in theory more than in practice the watering needs of plants. She overwaters, or underwaters, and doesn't really know what dirt to use.
As a kid, he'd had potted plants on his windowsill that his parents had told him when to water, had kept an eagle-eye on him to make sure he didn't accidentally overdo it, had probably emptied the watercatch when he wasn't looking. At the praxeum, he had farmed a bit.
Sep 6, 2019 • 19 tweets • 4 min read
I wasn't planning on turning this into a twitter fic but here we go kids strap in gotta write something short and cracky to cope with What My Ship Says About Me i guess
There are many things that Breha Solo can put up with.
Failing math for example. It's hard, and she's failed it four times and is already planning to take her Quantitative Reasoning Credit in the Philosophy Department (bless First Order Logic. Bless it.)
"How is he today?" Thanisson asks Mitaka as he approaches the bridge.
Mitaka shudders. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."
Thanisson winces.
"That bad?"
"Klaud's gone."
"No."
"Yes."
"Oh god."
