sith_happened | The playground corner of the park [Saturday afternoon]

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The playground corner of the park [Saturday afternoon]

Anakin was on a bench by the playground equipment watching his two children as they played.

Christopher ate sand. Anakin smiled.

Juliet jumped off the step side of the slide--Anakin caught her with the Force and smiled. Juliet blinked: that was not the expression she'd expected from her daddy when she did something that reckless. Being half Skywalker, she immediately beelined for a tree twice as tall as the slide to climb up and jump from.

...and Anakin smiled.

Mellow Anakin might be creepier than scary Anakin.

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Rory was carrying a cupholder with two coffees, as well as a couple little cups of milk, when she wandered back from her Perk run. Anakin's coffee was a little bigger than hers -- loath as she was to admit it, he seemed like he needed it more than she did, today. He just seemed...more laid-back than usual, and that worried her.

Which was probably weird in and of itself.

"Juliet! Be careful up there!" she called, catching sight of what her daughter was doing. Christopher's chosen snack would get some attention in a moment.

"She'll be fine," Anakin said, waving his hand lazily. "She's a Skywalker. We don't fall down."

That was patently untrue.

"That is a blatant lie," Rory said, still looking concerned. "You guys fall all the time, you're just good at catching."

"So it's pretty much the same thing, then," Anakin said, smiling.

"Semantics. What's Chris eating?"

Sand, Rory. You've heard about sand before, right? It's coarse and gets everywhere, et cetera.

"Sand," Anakin said. "Maybe a bug."

You don't seem concerned about that, Anakin.

"Anakin!" Rory was now going to go actually sit with their son to make sure he didn't eat anything like broken glass or something. "Honey, there could be anything in this sand. Teenagers hang out in this park."

Seriously, Rory had gone to school here. She had a pretty good idea of what kind of grossness could be in that sand.

"Well, sure they do," Anakin said with an easy smile. "It's a fun place to be!"

"Christopher, look, Mommy brought you crackers. Much better than sand, right?" Rory was already fishing animal crackers out of the diaper bag and carefully taking away Chris' sand with the other.

And, naturally, Chris began to wail. Because sand was his favorite, okay?

SAND WAS DELICIOUS. DAMMIT, MOM.

"It's okay, little man," Anakin said. "Keep looking around. Sand gets everywhere. It's probably already on the cookies."

Thanks, Anakin.

"You're not helping," Rory told him. "Are you, like, high?"

She really doubted it but this was weird. Usually it was a competition to see who was the more highly-strung of the two of them on any given day.

Anakin laughed. "Of course I'm not."

"I know, but, honey, you're acting kinda weird," Rory said, pulling Christopher into her lap to stop the shrieking.

Anakin thought about that. "Nah, I'm just happy."

Which was a little weird.

"Right, like I said," Rory said, smiling. "Seriously, you're a little more...edgy than this."

And wouldn't be letting either of the kids do what they were attempting.

Raise free range children, Rory! Filthy, occasionally broken, gonna regret that sand when it passes through your system, children!

"Edgy is so...work," Anakin complained. "I'd rather just relax in the moment. Meditate. Drink tea."

"Tea?" Rory stared at him. "Did you seriously just say 'tea'?"

To Rory, this was nigh-criminal.

"We are coffee people, Anakin."

"Can't we expand our palate, Rory?" Anakin asked. "We don't want our children to inherit our food prejudices!"

What.

"What."

Rory was staring at him, almost in horror.

"We could start slow, with chai teas with espresso shots in them," Anakin wheedled.

"Chai is a gateway drug and you know it," Rory accused, narrowing her eyes. "One day it's chai lattes, the next day you're joining Oprah's chai tea club."

"She has a club?! I should join it, meet new people. I love new people!"

No, not really, Anakin.

"Oprah has like fifteen different clubs," Rory said, still staring at him. "And no, you don't. You hate new people."

"I hated everyone two days ago, which is practically a lifetime," Anakin argued. "Today hating people seems like way too much effort."

"Making new friends takes effort, too," Rory pointed out.

"Oh. Maybe not today, then," Anakin decided. "Today feels like a lazy day for doing nothing--Juliet, that's probably high enough, but you do you, honey."

"No, Juliet, that is too high, and if you don't climb down then you're spending the rest of the afternoon in your room."

Rory hated being the bad cop, ugh. Juliet, meanwhile, was looking between her parents and trying to decide who to listen to. Daddy seemed more fun, but Mom would actually stick to the whole 'grounded' thing, hmm.

"Chris is eating sand again!" Juliet declared, deciding that selling her brother out would make up for climbing down like Mom had told her to.

Anakin chuckled. "Chris, we should send you to Tatooine to get your fill."

"Or we don't send you anywhere, and you stop eating sand," Rory said, taking Chris' hand to shake out his sand. "Anakin, come on, you know he shouldn't eat sand. All the books say it's bad for them!"

And, you know, common sense.

And normally Anakin could quote her the author and page number (because he lived for parenting books), but today he just chuckled again, which was getting more than a little annoying. "Come over to the slide, Chris," he said. "I can push you down."

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