"Let's go!" Baze says to Ibani. He ensures that everyone is dressed warmly before braving the cold of Jedha's outdoors.
Scooping Ibani up and placing her on his shoulders, Baze cuts a path through the crush of people in the market square. Tea, fabric, and medicine sellers hawk their wares, calling out to the Guardians and their daughter. But Baze ignores them all today, progressing single-mindedly to a shop tucked into the back of an alleyway off the beaten path. The store is right next to Gesh's Tapcafe, and Baze teases Ibani, saying they might stop there for lunch after they pick up her special present.
He ducks through the beaded curtain of the specialty off-world items shop. Populated by all manner of baubles and trinkets, the shop is warm and cozy. There's a small section devoted to paper, and some various articles of clothing, and droid parts in one corner. Baze strolls up to the counter, manned by a Sullustan. "Hello, Dyris!" Baze says. "Do you have my order?"
"Guardian Malbus," Dyris says, his jowls flapping as he bobs his head. "Of course I do. Is this the intended recipient of the gift?"
"Yes," Baze says, smiling. "This is our daughter."
"Very good, very good," the Sullustan replies, turning away from the counter to pluck up a small, metal box. He presents it to the girl on Baze's shoulder without ceremony.
Inside the box is a specially-made set of Sabaac cards, with raised bumps for the numbers, so Chirrut can read them, too.
"Happy birthday, little one," Baze says warmly, offering her a squeeze.
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"Let's go!" Baze says to Ibani. He ensures that everyone is dressed warmly before braving the cold of Jedha's outdoors.
Scooping Ibani up and placing her on his shoulders, Baze cuts a path through the crush of people in the market square. Tea, fabric, and medicine sellers hawk their wares, calling out to the Guardians and their daughter. But Baze ignores them all today, progressing single-mindedly to a shop tucked into the back of an alleyway off the beaten path. The store is right next to Gesh's Tapcafe, and Baze teases Ibani, saying they might stop there for lunch after they pick up her special present.
He ducks through the beaded curtain of the specialty off-world items shop. Populated by all manner of baubles and trinkets, the shop is warm and cozy. There's a small section devoted to paper, and some various articles of clothing, and droid parts in one corner. Baze strolls up to the counter, manned by a Sullustan. "Hello, Dyris!" Baze says. "Do you have my order?"
"Guardian Malbus," Dyris says, his jowls flapping as he bobs his head. "Of course I do. Is this the intended recipient of the gift?"
"Yes," Baze says, smiling. "This is our daughter."
"Very good, very good," the Sullustan replies, turning away from the counter to pluck up a small, metal box. He presents it to the girl on Baze's shoulder without ceremony.
Inside the box is a specially-made set of Sabaac cards, with raised bumps for the numbers, so Chirrut can read them, too.
"Happy birthday, little one," Baze says warmly, offering her a squeeze.