[ She flashes him a smirk before heading off in the direction of the register.
Books bought and paid for, they head back to the ship. If anyone asks where they've been, Maya will just smile and tell them that she needed someone to carry all her new books.
She guides Peter back to her quarters and instructs him to dump the newer stuff on the bed, while she goes riffling through her rather impressive collection (especially considering the small space) for the book she'd promised him. ]
[ Peter flops onto the bunk next to the books, sprawling out as if he owns the place.
(Technically, he does. It is his ship, after all, as he's been known to remind everyone when he's feeling particularly peevish.)
He knew, of course, that Maya was a bookworm (Neeeerd, his mind helpfully supplies) and that she had a number of books aboard the Milano, but he'd never actually noticed just how many. ]
Holy literacy, Batman. How long have you been runnin' a library out of my ship?
Quite a while now. I'm surprised it's taken you this long to notice.
[ she rifles a bit more before giving a triumphant little "Ah-ha!" and emerging with a well-worn paperback in her hand. It has the words Ready Player One emblazoned across the cover in white and orange.
[ His voice is smooth and dropped slightly low -- Peter's nothing if not a flirt. ] Usually when I'm in here, I've got something a lot better to look at.
[ Still, he takes the book from her, glancing at the cover with a thoughtful frown. ]
[ And she pauses, eyes sweeping over him sprawled there on her bed. ] I do still feel a little bad about leaving alone with the creepy six-eyed guy, if you'd care to take advantage of that.
[ He scoots over a bit, giving her more room -- and there's not much of it on the bunk, considering the two of them are also sharing the space with the crapton of books she bought today (at least by Peter's measurements, which, admittedly, are not a galactic standard). ]
Still, I'd be an idiot to say no to whatever you're offering.
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My lips are sealed.
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You're the best.
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[ She flashes him a smirk before heading off in the direction of the register.
Books bought and paid for, they head back to the ship. If anyone asks where they've been, Maya will just smile and tell them that she needed someone to carry all her new books.
She guides Peter back to her quarters and instructs him to dump the newer stuff on the bed, while she goes riffling through her rather impressive collection (especially considering the small space) for the book she'd promised him. ]
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(Technically, he does. It is his ship, after all, as he's been known to remind everyone when he's feeling particularly peevish.)
He knew, of course, that Maya was a bookworm (Neeeerd, his mind helpfully supplies) and that she had a number of books aboard the Milano, but he'd never actually noticed just how many. ]
Holy literacy, Batman. How long have you been runnin' a library out of my ship?
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[ she rifles a bit more before giving a triumphant little "Ah-ha!" and emerging with a well-worn paperback in her hand. It has the words Ready Player One emblazoned across the cover in white and orange.
She holds it out to him. ]
Here you go.
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[ Still, he takes the book from her, glancing at the cover with a thoughtful frown. ]
I can't promise I'll finish it.
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[ And she pauses, eyes sweeping over him sprawled there on her bed. ] I do still feel a little bad about leaving alone with the creepy six-eyed guy, if you'd care to take advantage of that.
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Sorry, my bad.
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Still, I'd be an idiot to say no to whatever you're offering.
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By the way, I'm pretty sure that calling me "Maya-wan Kenobi" puts you back at being Leia.
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Wait what. ]
Whoa there, cowgirl. There is still no universe where I'd be Leia.
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[ -asked with complete and total innocence ]
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... What.
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I'm just giving you shit.
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[ this time she's obviously teasing ]
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Where's your sense of adventure, Peter?
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