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Pet's name: Noble
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"Oh, for the LOVE OF--!!" Noble screeches in frustration when she trips for what must be the eighth time on her scarf.

Why the scarf?

Well, it's October and where she lives that means it's wear-a-scarf-and-jacket-when-you-go-out-or-spend-the-next-week-hacking-up-a-lung weather. Luckily, her skeleton costume is warm enough not to warrant a jacket and gloves or there would have been no point to her dressing up if you couldn't see it.

A breeze sweeps through, sending not only dirt and dried leaves up into her face, but also the tail-end of her scarf.

"URGH!"

A few nearby trick-or-treaters give her a funny look before deciding they don't want to mess with the crazy skeleton girl and they cross to street to walk on the parallel sidewalk. Noble is thankful for the mask hiding her reddened face as she struggles to put her scarf back in place. With some muttered threats, she takes off the offending piece of fabric and rewraps it around neck so it's much less like she's wearing a scarf and more like a boa contrictor got a hold of her, but hey, at least it ain't going anywhere. Not if it knows what's good for it, that is.

"...there you go, you little snake..." Noble says under her breath, tucking the end pieces into her costume. Shaking her hair free of trash, she quickly makes up to the home's door and knocks.

"Trick or--"

--another gust of wind, this one stronger than the last like one final hurrah, manages to untuck scarf and whap it goes in her face again--

"--TREAT!!"

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It’s when the twins are three years old that Rey dares to venture off the now ex-Resistance base. It’s become a sort of haven for those who have nowhere and no one left to call home. It hadn’t even been Rey’s idea.
“C’mon. Take a breather.” Poe insists one day. They’re in one of the upgraded living quarters, big enough for Rey and the twins. Poe is sitting on the couch with Hanzo in his lap and Finn sitting beside. Bente is in arms, slobbering on something rubbery and orange. “Stretch your legs. Get out for a bit.”
Finn nods, “Poe’s right. You need a break.”
Rey gives them a look. “You can’t take a break from being a mother.”
Poe takes no heed of her words. “When was the last time you went off-world? Hell, when was the last time you left the base?” He holds up a finger when Rey opens her mouth. “The forest is part of the base.”
Rey huffs. “Even if I agreed, who would take of the twins.”
“We will!” Poe exclaims. Hanzo gives him an unimpressed look. Bente looks up, curious, but goes back to her toy.
“We will?” Finn asks innocently at the same time Rey skeptically asks, “You will?” Poe nudges Finn.
“Uh, we will!” The ex-stormtrooper clears his throat. His eyes are earnest when he look at Rey. “We’ll take care of them, Rey, they’ll be safe.”
“I don’t know…”
Something hard bump against her shins. Rey looks down.
“Safe,” D-0 says. BB-8 whirs in agreement.
“Duh!” Bente coos and climbs off Finn’s laps and rushes over the one-wheeled droid.
“H-Hello, Baby.”
Rey watches Bente chase after the small droid, BB-8 joining the game of tag as well.
“Well,” Rey says, thinking about it. Poe has a point. Plus, she could finally figure out how to go about finding Ben. There was only so much information in the three Jedi texts she had. They had provided a good starting point. An otherworldly plane of existence within the Force simply known as the World Between Worlds. A gateway between space and time. And where Ben had probably ended up, Luke and Leia sensing him somewhere. Rey couldn’t believe. Trust Ben Solo to be floating around somewhere like a lost sock.
“Chewie didn’t retire and leave you the Falcon so it could collect dust, Rey.”
Dammnit, now they were trying to guilt-trip her.
“She’s calling you, ya know.” Poe sing-songed.
Rey narrowed her eyes at her two closest friends. “Aren’t you two busy helping run the Galaxy?”
“Meh, the galaxy will be fine.” Poe waves his hand. “Besides we could use a little vacation too.”
Bente shrieks somewhere in the background. Rey turns and finds her hugging D-0 triumphantly to her chest. The poor droid whirs in panic.
“Got you! Got you!” She chants happily.
Rey looks back at the two men sitting before her. “You call looking after these two a vacation?”
“Sure,” Poe says and swings his free arm to wrap around Finn. “We could use a little domestic va-cay. Right, Finn?”
Rey cracks a grin as Finn flusters. “Oh! Um, right. Yeah.” He takes a deep breath to compose himself. He looks down at Hanzo who’s dozing peacefully in Poe’s arms. “We’ve babysat before. How hard could a few days be?”
BB-8 chooses then to whiz by, Bente hollering wildly from atop his head.
“Faster, Beebee, faster!”
The three adults watch her the droid roll away into the next room. D-0 follows the two.
“Careful. C-careful.” He repeats.
Poe looks away first.
“Like taking clams from a Gungan.” He grins. Finn rolls his eyes from next to him.
Rey popped out her hip. “Uh-huh.”
“It’ll only be a for a couple of days.” Finn tries. “You can visit Chewie and Lando or Rose. Or just go sightseeing.”
“Four days.” Rey bites. Her tone conveys that there will be no negotiating.
“Great!” Poe stands abruptly. Hanzo doesn’t even startle. He could probably sleep through a minor catastrophe. He leads the way to her room. “We’ll help you pack.”
“Wait, no Poe, that’s okay. You don’t-”
“Poe, I think Rey can-”
The three adults stop at the entrance to Rey’s room.
“Like taking clam from a Gungan?” Finn parrots and throws Poe a look as a book floats by his face. Bente giggles from her seat in the middle of the room. Various object are levitating around, suspended by the Force.
“No thank you. No thank you.” D-0 says from somewhere near the ceiling.
“Yup,” Poe says looking up at BB-8 who’s floating above his head. He beeps a greeting. Somehow Rey doubts that.

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