Fierfek

"Well, you do have to give Bibble some credit, at his age, who'd have guessed he was still that spry and flexible." Yeah, I was making stuff up, but I was trying to lighten the mood. I did hope it wouldn't take to long.

“Stop already!" Dante said, covering his ears. Ten minutes later, he turned the audio off as well, "Should a pregnant woman be doing that? Isn't that dangerous??" he asked.

The snow started to fall. And not light fluffy flakes of snow, heavy wet snow flakes. This wasn't the best development. After a rather lackluster dessert, Bibble and Dormé stayed in bed and chatted about things that happened over the past few days. His tone became angry when the topic turned to the masquerade.

"I made sure she was sent her invites. And you said that they had arrived before you left. I can't understand why she didn't attend, there was nothing pressing happening back on Coruscant. The conceit of that woman, she can't be bothered to attend an event for the Chancellor?" Dormé caressed the side of his face, trying to calm him. I tapped Dante on the shoulder, this was something he could watch. I wondered momentarily if in the past he'd had feelings for Dormé. That would certainly make this more awkward. He sat up and tuned into what was happening.

"Whose belly is bigger? Bibble's or Dormé's?" he joked. I didn’t want to look that hard, so I didn’t say anything.

"Perhaps something came up and she could spend time with Anakin, she always tries very hard to make time for him." I sat back on my heels. Fierfek. She knew, and obviously she'd told Bibble. And she was using the present tense to refer to Anakin and Padmé.

"Damn," he said. "Not good. Padmé needs to know that they know."

I was still thinking things over when my first thought popped out of my mouth. "This is a remote isolated place, people rarely come out here in the winter. The house isn't even registered to Bibble, I bet no one knows they're out here. We could neutralize them and no one would find them until much later." But I knew that wouldn't work, we needed to know who Bibble was answering to, and if he were dead, we'd never find out.

"Hey, that was a joke, right?" he asked, giving me a concerned look. "You really had me going there for a second. I know you wouldn't honestly suggest that you'd murder a pregnant woman who used to be your friend. If you could do that..."

TBC

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