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

[thefinaljedi]

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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[aryaunderfoot]

Arya stuffed her last firefly catch into her jar, managed not to trip over Mycah (because the dog had a special talent for getting tangled around her ankles), and beamed back at her aunt. Okay, maybe she was covered in dirt and some tree sap, and maybe she was supposed to be more of a delicate girl around family, but she really didn't care about any of that.

"Dad's really good at catching them. They're usually too high up for me to get after a while."

[bided]

Luckily, Trisha doesn't mind the lack of being delicate. She grew up on a farm, and her own daughter, Artemis, is a tomboy...so this doesn't really phase her, even if she was admittedly a bit more delicate herself as a child. It's good to see her niece happy and healthy, even if covered in dirt and tree sap. Children would be children.

"He's had a lot of practice; I think he "won" more often than the rest of us...but a lot of it, I think, has to do with waiting. If you pause, and then look around for the flash of light..." Though she expects Arya is nearly a master herself.