"Okay….I think I understand," I said, slowly nodding my head. "But could you please repeat that again? You lost me at….the very beginning..."
"Angie…" Tony whined. "This is the fifth time I've explained it. And that was in the simplest way."
"I'm a history teacher, not a science teacher, Tony."
"Ugh, fine!" Then he proceeded to explain again with movie and internet examples. "Now do you get it."
"So, you're saying that lightsabers are impossible to build because the light or whatever comes out of it is hard to get."
"Finally!" he exclaimed. "And sadly, yes, my young padawan."
I gave him a look. "Are you sure about that? Because I know someone who may have built one."
"Liar."
"Now, why would I lie to you?" I pulled out my laptop and video-commed my friend.
"Y-ello!"
"Hey, Shuri! How's it going?"
"Good. And you?"
"Good. So, um, I kinda need a favor." I scratched the back of my head. "Can I borrow that um…" I dropped my voice a little. "Lightsaber."
"Why?"
"Uncle Genius believes they're impossible to create."
She grinned widely. "Check that package I sent you."
"What package?"
Tony held a finger up. "Oh yeah this came in this morning," He said handing me the package. "Knew I was forgetting something."
Once I opened it, I grinned widely. "Shuri, you never fail to disappoint me."
"You're welcome. See you next time?"
"Yeah, talk with you later." She nodded, ending the transmission.
I pulled out the item and placed it in Tony's hand.
He gave me a look. "So? She made a hilt. What special about that?"
"Press the button. And aim that end that way please."
He turned and pressed the button, eyes glowing in excitement. "No, freaking way." He pressed the button again turning it off. He kissed my head. "This is why you're my favorite."
"Tell me something I don't know."
"You look more like your mother everyday."
"Knew that."
"Okay," he rubbed the back of his head and paced around until he thought of something. "I know about you and that bodyguard."
My eyes widened. "I promise we didn't do anything."
"Oh, I know," he replied with a smile. "What was his name? Brent? Trent?"
"Grant. Anything else…."
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