lucetilogs | A short time ago, in a farm-house not so far away...

Who: The Skywalker Family, immediate and extended and any close friends.
What: An evening with the family
When: August 4th
Where: Skywalker Ranch...or...something
Summary: Luke and Ami bring everyone over for a Sunday thing.
Rating: H is for Heartwarming

It's a bit of a monthly tradition, and has been for some time. The first Sunday of every month is the day the entire family gets together for an afternoon and has a nice dinner. Some might call the family a bit old fashioned, but it's just something that they do and have for as long as any of them can recall. It's never a fancy thing, but then does it really need to be? It's about the warm, fuzzy feeling of being surrounded by relatives and friends, sitting out on the porch and watching fireflies, and relaxing.

Food's been left to the people who can actually cook, because let's face it: Luke takes after his mother and Grandma Padme was not known for her fried chicken. But there's plenty of it. Chairs are set up on the large back porch so the weather can be enjoyed and tea along with a cooler of glass-bottled Coca-Colas, a bit of a splurge for the end of summer.

Everything's set to be a fairly nice afternoon and evening, provided the mosquitoes aren't too bad anyway.

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Luke definitely felt lucky, surrounded by friends and family. It's a little strange to be the patriarch of his own little clan, yes, but it is what he's always felt he wanted. A loving wife and a wonderful, rambunctious daughter, a sister with the patience of a saint and a brother too? And food, too. What more could a guy ask for?

During the dinners he makes it a point to spend a little time talking to everyone, because that was the reason behind all of this, wasn't it?

He can be found pretty much anywhere except the kitchen...because he's been barred from "helping" by the rest after the great turkey fiasco. Grab him on the porch with the others, setting up the table, outside playing catch, or anywhere in between.

Speaking of catch, Chouji calls out his brother's name to get Luke's attention before launching a football in his direction. He doesn't do much throwing in football games or practice. He rarely touches a ball, in fact, always better at blocks or tackles than handling it.

It's still a comfortable way to pass the time, though, especially when he and Luke have the chance to play together.

The sound of his name brings him around just in time to see the football flying his way. Laughing, he hops back a few steps and catches it without much trouble. He's more a baseball guy, but there's nothing wrong with tossing a pigskin around a bit.

"Right back at you, Chouji."

Luke's return toss is pretty quick, but not really all that practiced.

They can switch to baseball after if Luke would rather, but Chouji picked up the football on instinct. He's pretty sure he's spent far too many hours at football practice lately.

Having caught the ball, he snaps another throw toward Luke. "I'm glad the game wasn't today. I wouldn't have wanted to miss seeing the whole family."

The dance, of course, is tonight, but Chouji doesn't need too long to get ready. If the homecoming game had been the same day rather than already over and done with, Chouji would have had to choose.

Luke catches it again with a grin.

"You played good out there, you know? You're a lot like dad. He was good at football."

He'll toss it back with a bit more force.

The comparison catches Chouji off-guard, but he smiles. "Thanks. We practiced a lot."

Tossing the football back, he says, "I know I've been busy the past month or so. I hope I haven't been missing too much work around the farm. You'd tell me, right?"

"Yeah, of course. And you haven't." He grinned and passed it back again. "It's not exactly busy around here in the heat of the summer. Unless you want to watch corn grow."

He laughs. "Yeah. We have a little while longer till the worst of harvest season hits us."

As he throws it back, he thinks of another conversation he's had recently on the subject of the farm, and says hesitantly, "Hey, Luke?"

"Yeah?" He asks, catching the ball and this time holding it. Seems important.

It is outside at the porch when Luke would get to spot Daisy arriving from the sides of a long, tall car, for which one of the doors is opened by a bodyguard that watches with caution the ornate aristocratic girl venturing out to try to run towards him, arms up lifting her dress to move, trying to keep a balance between her heels and height.

"Luke! It's been a while!"

Well that certainly was a surprise, seeing that big car roll up and that extremely tall young woman climb out. Of course, he recognizes her immediately, and grins. He practically runs over, glad to see his sister in law, and gives her a hug. It's a little awkward, given the massive height difference, but then everyone's taller than Luke, even Ami.

"It has been a while! It's great to see you Daisy, how've you been?"

For someone like her, even as an aristocrat, she isn't bothered by the hug. Even if most people would mostly reach her chest when standing straight, for Daisy, it is contact. She compensates by bending down a little to look at her brother-in-law, smiling, holding both hands over Luke's shoulders.

"I've... been well." To say she has been continued to live her comfortable life, ignoring the many thoughts regarding her own life that had followed her with the realization she would be forced to marry someone after her studies end. "I saw Trisha a little while ago, but I haven't seen you in a while."

Daisy looks around, seeking for a chair that could at least serve her height more comfortably than usual, but among the portable chairs, she has to settle on one of them she walks towards.

"Can I sit?"

"Good to hear it." Luke grinned and took her by the hand with as much grace as a farmboy could have, leading her over to a chair. With a cheeky twinkle in his eye he nodded and pulled the chair out for her to sit. He had the foresight, at least, to make sure one chair was big enough for her.

"So, what've you been doing all summer? Your studies are going well, right? You werent' working this summer, just taking off for the fall?"

The grace is noted and appreciated, particularly by her aristocratic self, and she thanks Luke's assistance with a bow. This one chair was much better fit for her. She didn't have to bend her legs half as much.

Upon taking a more comfortable seat, she straightens, putting her hands over her knees beneath her dress. "I... had to study a little in preparation for my last semester." Not working this summer. Instead, she had been prepared socially for what was coming. "But... I also went out seeing a few people. Suitors."

None of which pleased her.

"Suitors?" Luke can't help but blink. "Why? I thought you had a boyfriend at school or something? Is your family making you see them?"

"..."

She knows little on how to respond to this. Her hand moves up to her arm, diverting her eyes.

"I... I need to see more people. For my family. I can't be single for long."

"Why? You're still pretty young..." He never really deals with his parents-in-law, after all.

"But I am about to finish college. I... I studied markets and economy, and I would like something to do, but not finding someone early enough runs the risk of me not finding him when I get older..."

Too early, the back of Daisy's mind speaks, but too late, her life says.

A short time ago, in a farm-house not so far away...

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