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DEX'S DINER HAD ALWAYS BEEN A COMMON CRIMINAL MEETUP PLACE, but it never stopped anyone else from going. The food was splendid, and honestly, the criminal 'incidents' are always entertaining. Not to mention, Dexter Jettster had always made Astrid feel safe in his restaurant–some would say he had a paternal protectiveness over her.
"Anakin Skywalker," Astrid narrows her eyes on the boy who sheepishly looks down. Ahsoka had just finished telling her how Anakin was being a bit of a sithhead to her when she first arrived on the mission. "I hear another one of these stories, you'll be sorry," she threatens. She could always not let him touch her in any way for a few days, it would do the trick.
