Coruscant- Sunday night

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Sia would say that the fact that her week was incredibly busy was a welcome distraction from her own head, but no. Running a galaxy sucked. She almost wouldn’t mind a normal problem to distract from that, but maybe not the one she currently had.

Luckily, she had Jessica, and they lived somewhere where takeout was a real option again. Even though it meant sending an aide out to get it since Sia couldn’t exactly go herself, and then it taking forever to get back partly because she suspected the aide had gotten lost inside the palace, and also because the restaurant apparently knew who it was for and decided to give way more than ordered in an attempt to suck up.

“There has to be an easier way to do this,” Sia said, closing the door after the aide and bringing the food back to the sofa.

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[craftyladyparts]

"There's a 'call' option, too," Jessica said.

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“Do people actually still use that?” Sia asked.

[craftyladyparts]

"In emergencies, but that's about it," Jessica admitted.

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“This definitely isn’t an emergency. Just a self-inflicted personal annoyance,” Sia said.

[craftyladyparts]

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Jessica said. “You need a sounding board, I’m there even if it means making a phone call.”

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“Thank you. Though I’m also going to have to keep you here forever,” Sia told her. “I’m sorry, that’s just how it is.”