“Cool shirt,” Davis said. “Birthday present from Daisy,” I said.
“You know, some people think it’s bestiality, for a Wookiee to love a human,” Daisy said.
Mychal sighed. “Don’t get her started on the whole Are-Wookiees-people thing.”
“That’s actually the most fascinating thing about Star Wars,” said Davis. Mychal groaned.
“Oh God. It’s happening.” Daisy immediately launched into a defense of Wookiee-human love.
“You know, for a moment in Star Wars Apocrypha, Han was actually married to a Wookiee, but does anyone freak out about that?”
Davis was leaning forward, listening intently. He was smaller than Mychal,
but he took up more room—Davis’s gangly limbs occupied space like an army holds territory.
Davis and Daisy were chatting back and forth about the dehumanization of Clone troopers,
and Mychal jumped in to explain that Daisy was actually kind of a famous writer of Star Wars fan fiction.
Davis looked her username up on his phone and was impressed by the two thousand reads on her most recent story,
and then they were all laughing about some Star Wars joke I couldn’t quite follow.
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