EXT. SPACEPORT -- SUNSET
As Obi-Wan and Siri step out of the terminal into the open air of Orron III, they spot Anakin and Nashira already there just beyond the front doors, waiting for them.
As the two parties converge, Siri breaks away from Obi-Wan and walks up to Nashira. As the two women embrace, Siri -- overcome with emotion -- smiles and weeps in unison.
INT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/DINING AREA -- EVENING
Another three hours pass, and Anakin and Nashira have returned home with Obi-Wan and Siri. They have all joined Nemec and Corin at the dinner table, where they are currently engaged in light conversation over a supper of roast beast and hewhash.
NEMEC: So, Obi-Wan, how was the trip here?
OBI-WAN: Oh, it was the typical twelve-day flight -- long, tedious, dreadfully boring, but blissfully uneventful.
SIRI: They've added a third stop-over on the trip since we were out here last.
CORIN: Where?
SIRI: In an asteroid belt somewhere in the Abdju system, on one of the larger asteroids. (to Obi-Wan) You recall the name of the station?
OBI-WAN: Asteroid M.
SIRI: I think it was Asteroid Mern.
OBI-WAN: I'm sure it was "M".
SIRI: (to Corin) Anyway, it was just a small station, capable of holding a half dozen ships at a time.
OBI-WAN: And we just happened to get stuck there when a particularly nasty solar storm started blazing right through the hyperroute out of the system. We were laid over for five hours.
ANAKIN: You managed to get here on time.
OBI-WAN: You can thank Otto for that.
ANAKIN: Otto?
SIRI: The hot-shot pilot of the ship that took us the rest of the way here.
OBI-WAN: He knew of a shortcut through hyperspace that'd shave five hours' travel time off the remainder of our trip.
SIRI: Oh, it was a shortcut all right -- a shortcut directly through the stratosphere of a gas giant.
Two minutes pass.
CORIN: Siri, I haven't commented on your hair yet, have I?
SIRI: No, I don't think so.
CORIN: Well, it's just a gorgeous hairstyle. It looks absolutely stunning on you.
SIRI: (smiles) Thank you.
CORIN: Does it have a name? The style, I mean.
SIRI: It's called a vaddul chignon.
CORIN: Curious name.
SIRI: It's named after its creator, Vaddul Aiisio Huiun.
CORIN: Sounds like a Hutt name.
SIRI: He is a Hutt.
Four minutes pass.
NEMEC: (to Obi-Wan) How about those PDRs, huh? Great team, great team. You follow the ecometrics, right?
OBI-WAN: Well, I ...
Six minutes pass. By this time, everyone has about finished their dinner.
SIRI: (cont'd) ... we could help you with the harvest. It's no trouble, really.
NEMEC: But that's just it -- we finished harvesting the last of the maize today. The season's over.
CORIN: In two weeks we'll start planting again. Until then, we have lots of free time on our hands.
NASHIRA: Hey, I've got an idea!
Everyone at the table regards the young lady with open ears.
NASHIRA: (cont'd) That old amusement park in town's having its grand reopening in two days. We can take the trip out there any time before the next season begins and have a day of fun for ourselves!
CORIN: You mean Zorqo's Zoo of Zaniness?
NASHIRA: Yeah!
CORIN: (frowns) I don't know ...
NEMEC: Isn't the new owner some shady character who was run out of the Tion Hegemony?
NASHIRA: (waves her hand dismissively) That's just idle gossip without any basis in objective fact.
A moment of silence passes between them all.
NEMEC: Well, in that case ...
CORIN: I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out there and check the place out ...
NASHIRA: (grins) Excellent! (to Siri and Obi-Wan) Obi, Siri -- you're about to have the time of your lives!