Hey. What’s that movie with the space fish?
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Yes, you do. He has big wet lips and shouts, “It’s a trap!”
Oh. Admiral Ackbar? Return of the Jedi? Why?
Heh. That’s you now.
I growled under my breath, ignoring her panting laughter in my head. She was right though. Just like that doomed Mon Calamari, I’d flown headlong into an imperial-strength disaster. Five hours after Finnian left, Selene arrived at my door, dragging a luggage trolley laden with stacks of designer shoe boxes and dozens of elegant dresses draped on wooden hangers, narrowly avoiding interrupting the last few moments of the season one finale of Alma Mater Animalis.
Lucky for Finnian. I would have been far less receptive to his extravagant unwanted gift if it had come during the em
