"Ooo, margaritas," I said, momentarily distracted from the blister on my heel. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't have come here if I'd thought I still had a tail. I just couldn't go back to my apartment."

Turning my attention back to my foot, I said, "If you boys wanna go kick some ass, we can all go together tomorrow, but right now, I'm thinking cocktails."

Obi-Wan asked me a question, and I know it's pathetic, but I couldn't even wrap my head around why, at first. Then, it dawned on me.

He was worried. He cared. Enough to wanna bandage a silly little blister. It was wild.

"I don't suppose you got any with little kittens on 'em, huh?"