“I hear that,” Rhysati agreed vehemently. “I was never going to be one of those boring women who just married one person and settled down with them for the rest of forever.” She wrinkled her nose and sighed. “Then Nawara had to come along being all dashing and sincere and delicious, and ruin all my childhood dreams. The cad.” She smirked.
There was a special smirk for Corran, though. Rhys had had years to perfect it, and it came out with a snicker as Mara pleaded for mercy. “You’re going to take a Corellian’s word?” she teased. “About another Corellian? Mara, I thought you were supposed to be clever.” Not that Rhys, too, didn’t know far more about Corran than she’d ever wanted to – but a lot of that came from Ooryl, too. Which was somehow worse than Mirax, in a way…
It was Mara’s comment about naming prices that had her positively cackling, though, the sound drawing a few curious glances their way. "Now who’s tempting whom?” she chortled. “Anyway, I don’t see what you’re complaining about. You only have to have one ceremony. I’d barely finished enjoying our nice, simple, straightforward little kiss-and-promise scene on the bridge of Wedge’s new flagship before I had to fly-off to Ryloth for a proper wedding with the families.” She mock-shuddered. “Both of them.”
She raised an eyebrow at Mara. “The only good thing was that my parents had spent enough many years on Bespin to not be claustrophobic in the underground warrens. Not great compensation for the fact that absolutely no one in the Ven Clan was happy that their silver-tongued golden-boy was marrying an ugly human, I have to say.” The smirk came back as she added slyly, “So it’s just as well that Nawara didn’t actually much like any of his relatives to begin with, eh?”
Mara felt a little bit silly. She had actually forgotten about the whole... in-laws thing. She was never going to have any and neither was Luke, so the whole concept had slipped her mind entirely.
Luke had family, yes, but Han and Leia hardly felt like in-laws at this point.
“Oh, geez. I’m sure that was lovely,” Mara winced, “I’ve only been on Ryloth on a handful of occasions, but I can imagine that would have gone badly for anyone who isn’t a fan of small, underground places.”
She nodded sympathetically. She’d heard that this sort of problem was often prevalent in families with mixed-species couples. Aesthetic for one wasn’t always aesthetic for all. And, Twi’leks were fiercely protective of their culture on a good day.
“So they aren’t any better now? His family, I mean?” Mara asked, resting her chin on her hand. “That’s a shame. I mean, even if you were ugly, which you are obviously not, Nawara is obviously completely insane about you. One would hope they could rise above that a little bit...”
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