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[There are two failed attempts at posting this photo, both of which are still sent to everyone: the first is completely dark, and the second is half thumb and half dark red hair. The third's still got some thumb in it, but at least you can see what Lilith's trying to get a picture of. In the tiny crack of an open door is the inside of Lilith's apartment. It's not that trashed, which is great!

There's also a coeurl in there, square in the center of the shot.

Which. Isn't so great.]

coeurl in room

hlep ;hel p pls

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All right.

[Despite dealing with a Not Fun hangover of her own, Maketh has pancakes ready when Lilith shows up. And a few other things from cans that somewhat resemble sausage, but are greasy enough that no one really needs to think about their actual contents.

Her hair is down when she opens the door, and Maketh's uniform nowhere to be seen.] Ah, you made it. Come in.

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[Lilith, on the other hand, has her hair up, for once, even if it's not long enough for more than a short ponytail that sticks out haphazardly. Her worn leather jacket's nowhere to be seen, either: just a plain pink shirt. Hardly the picture of the usual daring bounty hunter.]

I swear I could smell those pancakes cooking a mile away. [she says, smiling, before stepping inside.] Thanks, Maketh. You're a lifesaver.

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[Maketh checks the hallway before closing the door, just in case. No monsters. That's good.] I have practice. Surviving hangovers, I mean.

[So much practice.]

Have a seat. Amos is out or--possibly unconscious, I'm not sure. [She inclines her head toward the second bedroom, door firmly closed.]

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If he is out-- of commission, that is-- I wouldn't blame the guy.

[Her head's not pounding nearly as much anymore, but she'll still gladly take that seat. Lilith's already super done with this day, and it's barely even started.]

Man. I don't wanna know what drinking you've been doing. [a beat.] No, that's a lie, I totally wanna know. [A grin pulls at the corners of her mouth.] I can't believe you're still up after all of that.

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[Maketh smiles a little. All things considered, Amos is rather good at pacing himself when it comes to drinking. But she doubts any of them had ever experienced something like Delight's brand of partying. She ducks into the kitchen and returns with pancakes and coffee, setting them out on the table.] Like I said -- practice. Doing shots with TIE pilots does that to a person. And I never missed morning muster, I'll have you know.

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[Ohhh, coffee. The aroma alone's helping bring her back from her zombified state. She takes her own mug and has a sip.

Puzzlingly, it's the best coffee she's had in ages, even without the weighty post-hangover bias. Pandora was barren, and with its deathly reputation, the only ships that ever flew in with supplies could get away with highway robbery if they wanted to. She breathes in the scent and the steam with a contented sigh.]

With the coffin jockeys themselves? [pfft.] And if I hadn't been herding cats this morning-- literally-- there's no way you could've gotten me out of bed, ever. You're a crazy person.

[she means this affectionately. promise.]

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Indeed. [Maketh pushes the plate of pancakes across the table, and starts in on her own coffee.] Oh, I'm sure I could have thought of something. How did that creature get in your room?

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[She pauses for another, more thoughtful, sip.]

That's for drunk Lilith to know and sober Lilith to speculate on. Seriously.

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[Maketh actually laughs at that, a little.]

You certainly find yourself in interesting moments. Though I'm glad you were not hurt.

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You should see what I got up to back home.

[Huh. Since when was Pandora 'home'? She doesn't dwell on it, though, and continues.]

Yeah... me too. But there's no way a couerl could've taken me down. That's like getting killed by a skag: I'm stronger than that.

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I can imagine.

[Maketh has known bounty hunters and the sort of things they get up to. Lilith isn't quite the same, but her life is far from quiet. Maketh drinks her coffee, considering it.] Even when you're hungover?

[She's teasing. A little.]

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Don't even joke. [which she says, of course, with a laugh.] Mordecai-- don't know if you remember him, he was the real thin one with the dorky mask-and-goggles combo-- did shots with me at a funeral reception once, but a bunch of bandits tried to crash the party. Apparently, he's actually an even better shot when he's drunk.

Dunno if I can say the same for myself, but hey, I carried my weight then, too.

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[Maketh grins at that. She can imagine it very well. Lilith's world is contentious like that.] I remember him. There was a -- bird? Of some sort, on his shoulder.

I doubt I'd be much of a shot after a night of drinking, but -- [Here she smiles] -- I always seem to survive them.

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Bloodwing. [she adds.] I... don't actually know if that's his name or species. I never asked him.

You know, I've never actually seen you use a gun. You had pretty good aim chucking tennis balls at me, but that's different.

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Perhaps it's both? [Maybe. Maketh doesn't know how these things are done on Pandora. She shrugs.] I didn't usually carry weapons, on Lothal. A demonstration of trust in my men, you see. The same reason I didn't wear armor. But I can shoot.

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Hope not. Imagine being a human named 'Human'. [These are important thoughts, obviously.]

I hope you don't wind up needing to test that anytime soon. [That raises another question, though.] How many did you work with? You must've really trusted them if you were completely unarmed around them all.

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I suppose that would be strange... [Though, who knows what the aliens called her? If the Empire had been lax in one area, it was that.]

I hope not. Though it seems likely with this place. [Maketh sips her coffee.] There were two who reported directly to me, Aresko and Grint, and we always had a squad of storm troopers backing us up for public engagements. But it was a remote posting. Not the sort of place the Empire sent its best troopers.

[More like the ones who'd barely graduated or had angered a superior in some way. She grimaces.] I learned to duck. A lot.

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The two guys in the mirror, right? [Maketh's not the only one keeping track of mirror people!

Lilith offers her own cringe in solidarity.] Yeesh. I doubt I would've been able to stand that kind of treatment very long. Once anybody started acting out in any of the longer-term jobs I was put on, well...

[well, it's probably easy to guess what'd happened.]

If things start to get dicey, let me know, though. I've got more than one gun, you know.

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I can imagine. [Lilith is not a subtle person. Maketh appreciates that about her, though she doubts that anyone like Lilith would have lasted very long in the tightly controlled and regulated environment of an Imperial command.] And I appreciate the backup. I'm not helpless, but I know my limitations.

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Good. [She starts separating off a little wedge of pancake with the edge of her fork.]

Usually I'm all in on going past them, but in this case-- [Lilith pops the slice into her mouth, and continues.] --knowing your limits is a good thing.

[She pauses to chew, and then:] Dude. These are awesome.

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Yes, well. I like to know my place in this. I can fight, but...well, not like you can.

[Maketh brightens. Someone likes her cooking!] They are? I'm glad. I haven't made them for a while.