“So… Ruusaan, how’s work?”
“Fine.”
“Heard you’re doing the, thing, with the–”
“Paint? Yeah.”
“Huh, how long you think you’ll be doing that?”
“I don’t know ba’buir, however long.”
“You don’t think you maybe want to–”
“Ah! Would you look at that! Triz made it! Hi Triz! How’s it been going?”
“Oh look, Triz is here.”
“Hey Triz!”
“Hey everybody! I brought tihaar!”
“Great.”
“Oh, I’ve always loved your tihaar!”
“Alcohol. Just what we need.”
“So, Ruusaan. Back to what I was saying.”
“Right. Well, I like the work.”
“You do, that’s good.”
“Yup.”
“You know, your buir–”
“I’m well aware.”
“You’re still on that.”
“Yes. I’m still. On. That.”
“Listen, there’s plenty of honorable mercenaries out there. It’s a good line of work. Your buir–”
“Mhm.”
“Oh, Ruu’ika! Ba’buir, always nice to see you. Have either of you tried the shig my Jy’ika made? Oh, she’s adorable, trying so hard to be responsible for the baby.”
“I tried it, she did good.”
“I’ll tell her you said that, it’ll make her so happy! Oh, ad’ike are such blessings. A lot of work, of course, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
“Have I ever told you about your buir at that age, Aola?"
“Yes, ba’buir, many times. You’re a wonderful storyteller.”
“You flatter me.”
“Of course! You deserve it! Speaking of, Ruusaan, I heard a rumor about you and a cute mercenary.”
“Saxon? He likes to buy paint.”
“And is that all he likes???”
“I certainly hope so.”
“Not your type?”
“I don’t date mercenaries.”
“Oh. Right.”
“I think I’m going to go say hello to Triz.”
“Well, it's always nice to see you Ruu’ika!”
“Nice to see you too Aola.”
“Hey Triz.”
“Vod’ika! How’ve you been? Still–”
“Yup.”
“Ah, well, hope you’re enjoying it.”
“Yeah. I like it.”
“That’s good. How’s your buir doing?”
“Fine, knee’s acting up again but what can you do?”
“Yikes, my shoulder’s been bad lately.”
“Triz.”
“Huh?”
“I thought ba’vodu was trying to cut down on the tihaar?”
“Stars, not again. We’ll have to catch up later, nice seeing you! Buir!”
“Ruu’ika!”
“Ba’vodu, haven’t seen you in a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve been busy. There’s some amazing progress being made out there kid, you should try and make something of yourself.”
“By joining Vizsla?”
“Yeah, finally have some justice in the world.”
“I thought your buir banned talking politics at these things.”
“Ah, your ba’buir’s just an old warrior, still stuck in the past. Kyr’tsad is the future.”
“Right. The future.”
“Oh, don’t give me that look. We used to be conquerors. They used to fear us.”
“Now who’s stuck in the past.”
“Bah, you kids think you’re so smart. ‘Oh, what if we just abandoned all our parents worked for and got into kriffing paint.’ What’re you gonna do when the Jedi come for you, huh?”
“Manda forbid I bring down all of Mandalore with my paint shop.”
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about–”
“Oh, would you look at that. I think ba’buir’s gesturing for me. I’d better go, you know how he gets.”
“You pacifist cowards won’t win!”
“For stars sake, buir! Not everyone has to join your mercenary company. You promised you’d lay off for once! What are you drinking!?”
“It’s shig, that stuff Aola’s brat made.”
“Brat!?”
“Buir, we talked about this!”
“What? It’s a compliment!”
"Wayii."
“Hey, Jy’ika. What are you doing out here?”
“It’s loud.”
“Ha, yeah. Perks of being Mandalorian.”
“I guess.”
"..."
“I heard something about a baby, you excited?”
“Yeah!”
“That’s good.”
“Ba’vodu says you’re a coward, you know.”
“Ba’vodu says a lot of things.”
“He called me a brat.”
“Like I said.”
“I’m not a brat.”
“‘Course not.”
“Buir says you quit your apprenticeship.”
“Stars, yeah. I sure did.”
“Why?”
“I don't know. Don’t like rich people much, politicians either. Didn’t want to kill for ‘em.”
“Oh. I like your armor.”
“Thanks.”
“Buir said you do painting now?”
“Well, not so much painting as I do paint.”
“What’s that like?”
“Hmm… It's good, there's something about mixing colors. I think it's what I'm meant to be doing.”
"Ba'buir says you could have been great."
"Maybe. I could have been a lot of things."