A/N: I don't know where Jango was when I wrote this, off doing laundry or something. This popped into my head when I was getting ready for bed one night, and it was too cute to resist! Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Boba, Zam, Fordo, Rex, Cody, or Bly. I don't even own the stuffed bantha. X( FML.

"'And they both lived happily ever after.'" Zam finished the book and shut the cover. She glanced at the boy in the bed to gauge his reaction. "Well, Boba? What did you think?"

The boy made a face. "Eh, it was okay. The 'love-at-first-sight' thing is kinda old, though."

Zam grinned. "Well, the story has to keep the attention of rowdy seven-year-olds. If the prince and princess took a couple months, it'd get pretty boring."

Boba stuck out his tongue as Zam ruffled his hair. "Is that real, anyway?"

"Is what real, little man?"

"Love at first sight."

Zam blinked, before shrugging. "I don't know, kiddo. Guess it could be. Haven't experienced it myself, personally."

"Sure you have!"

She looked at him sharply, hoping he wasn't going to…

"With Dad!"

…say that. With a nervous laugh, the changeling smoothed back her hair. "Boba, your dad and I are not in love."

The kid gained a look of utter confusion. "Sure you are! You're his girlfriend, aren't you?"

"His what?"

"You know, his baby, his chick, his bunny, his main squeeze…"

"Boba Jaster Fett!" Zam was certain her face matched a Sith's lightsaber. "Where did you hear all those words?"

"Bly."

Zam frowned. She was going to have to have a talk with that clone. "Don't you ever let your father hear you say that!"

"Why not?"

"Because…because…because I said so, that's why!"

"Why'd you say so?"

"Because! Now, go to sleep."

"But I don't want to go to sleep. I'm not tired. Zam, what is a main squeeze?"

"Boba!"

"I'm just asking!"

"Well, ask your father. And whatever you do, don't tell him I was the one you were referring to!"

"Fair enough. What's a bunny?"

"Boba…"

"A baby, then."

"Boba!"

"C'mon!"

"Well, I assume you can ask Bly, since he is obviously so knowledgeable about these kinds of things. His boyfriend must tell him all about it."

She could have sworn she heard an indignant humph coming from somewhere in the room, but saw nothing. And Boba's cheesy grin didn't help her suspicion.

She frowned and rose from the bed. "This conversation is over, young man. Go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

She turned to go and promptly tripped over a stuffed bantha.

"OW! Shoot, Boba, I thought you were supposed to clean your room today!"

"I did!"

Muttering swears under her breath, Zam threw the bantha into the toy chest and slammed the lid shut. "Well, next time, do a better job, please. I don't need to break my neck just tucking you in."

She kicked the toy chest under the bed.

"D'OH!"

Boba stiffened. And then had a coughing fit.

Zam eyed him, hands on her hips. Boba grinned cheesily. "Think I might be coming down with something, Zam."

Zam just rolled her eyes and shut the door.

Bly, Rex, Cody, and Fordo all tumbled out from under the bed instantly, Bly rubbing his newly acquired bruise. "MY SHIN! Rex, you should lay off the éclairs if we're all going to hide under there with enough space!"

"All muscle, I'll have you know!"

"Whatever. You had five last time Taun We baked 'em!"

"SSH!" Fordo stuffed a fist in both their mouths. "Imagine what Miss Wesell would do if she caught us!"

They quieted.

Bly only said one last thing through Fordo's hand, "See, Boba? I told you Zam has a thing for your dad!"

FIN.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? Just to clear the air, I figure that the other clones are probably about twelve or thirteen if Boba's seven in this, but I don't know. Review!