We found Jovin to be, to say the least, a character.

"So, you're the newlyweds, huh?"

I exchanged glances with Kasen, wordlessly asking his permission to speak.

He was simply flabbergasted.

Before I could answer, Jovin was giving a snide, growling laugh and talking again. "Just don't go sneaking off or nothing or I'll hunt you down and bring you back hanging upside down by your feet."

I frowned in confusion, but Kasen's eyes were bulging.

Being an innocent and naïve Padawan, I had no idea what the man was talking about. But Kasen -- having traveled much more than I ever had -- seemed to understand.

"What does he mean?" I tried to whisper, but Jovin heard.

There was that gross, throaty laugh again.

"Got yourself a pure and pretty one, eh, boy?" Jovin gave me a visual once-over.

I frowned. This man was definitely not on my good side.

"I…" Kasen began, finger pointing at Jovin, ready to defend our honor. But words didn't come out of his mouth; he just stood there like that, mouth wide open, gaping.

I rolled my eyes. What a man I married! I thought, joking to myself.

I had to admit, though. The thought caused a pitter-patter of my heart that I didn't want to be there.

Or did I?

"You don't have to worry about that," Kasen finally said.

"I can see that," Jovin smirked, a sarcastic expression that told me he was insulting me again.

I wanted to punch him.

And so, I did.

Well, I attempted to.

As soon as I had swung my fist, the enormous man (tall, and wide) had not only ducked out of my fist's reach, but grabbed my right ankle. Before I knew what was going on, I was dangling with my foot in his gigantic fist.

"Hey! Stop that!" Kasen yelled at him. But he didn't let me go.

"She's a feisty one after all, eh!" Jovin was laughing again.

"Put her down, Jovin," said an unfamiliar male voice, heavy with annoyance.

I craned my neck, but all I could see was a pair of tan farmer's boots made orangey-brown with sand and dust.

I rolled my eyes, but I could feel the blood rushing to my head, and it was getting increasingly uncomfortable. I began to feel light-headed, and concentrated all my efforts on controlling my blood-flow with the Force. When nothing happened, I started to panic, flailing my arms and trying to wriggle free.

"Aw, come now, Anton," Jovin said, bouncing me up and down for good measure, "aren't I allowed to have some fun with the new kids?"

"Just put her down, Jovin, she's turning purple."

Jovin cocked an eyebrow, and looked down at me. I must've really been changing colors, because his eyes widened and he flipped me back over, setting me on my own two feet again.

"Sorry, miss," the man he had called Anton said, approaching me as I composed myself. "My older brother tends to behave foolishly when he has an audience."

I snorted. "I hadn't noticed."

But then I fell silent, for Anton hadn't been the homely farmer I'd imagined.

No, he was indeed deeply tanned and muscular – that was evidence enough that he did some farming in his day -- but he was anything but homely.

Sparkling gray-blue eyes danced beneath thick lashes, and reddish-blonde hair fell to his shoulders in soft waves.

Anton was gorgeous.

Suddenly, I felt like I was hanging upside down again.

"Anton, you are boring," Jovin was grumbling, interrupting my thoughts.

"The worst," Anton agreed teasingly, shrugging.

Then he extended a work-roughened hand to me.

"Anton Flasgo, at your service," he announced as he shook my left hand.

"Keelee Sarai," I blurted, without thinking.

I felt Kasen tense behind me.

"And I'm her husband, Johl," Kasen frowned, stepping in front of me to shake Anton's hand and make his acquaintance.

"You two look awfully young to be married," Anton cocked a blond eyebrow.

Jovin's laugh (which was starting to remind me of the holos I had seen of Jabba the Hutt) erupted from his round belly again. Now I knew he had been making suggestive comments all along, and he suspected something dishonorable.

"It was an arranged marriage," I lied, "but our parents are gone now."

"Arranged? Doesn't that only happen in royal lineage?" Anton was frowning.

"Like I said, our parents are gone."

"Then shouldn't you be taking the throne somewhere?"

I sighed, exasperated.

So, Kasen stepped in for me.

"We come from a small village, where the elders choose partners from birth. We were selected because of how close-knit our two families were. We were simply carrying on the Sarai legacy."

Anton frowned still, nodding but not thoroughly believing.

Who could blame him? We are sort-of pulling this out of space…

"Then why are you still together, if you have no parents to speak of?"

"My aunt and uncle are still living. If they learned of our divorce…"

"You're divorced? I thought you were married!" Anton was now frustrated with our stories.

"We are," I frowned, "but if we were ever to divorce it would bring complete disgrace upon our families."

I could kill Kasen for this.

I shot him a look that told him just that.

He just barely smirked in response, a smug lifting of the corner of his mouth.

But now Lana had come to the back, and was giving out orders, so I didn't have the chance to properly smack him.

………

"So," Anton began as we all chewed grilled Nylog during our break, "you hear about the Jedi Master that's apparently in our midst?"

I choked then, coughing and hacking until a sticky wad of food had plopped out of my mouth, onto the sand.

"Sorry," I grimaced, "I guess I didn't chew it long enough."

Anton's face was wrinkled up; I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"No, we hadn't heard," Kasen wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

I could practically feel his pulse match mine.

They were racing.

"Yeah, yeah," Jovin nodded, scarfing down his third Nylog. "Name's Kenny, or, 'Nobie', or something weird like that. Rumor has it that he lost some big battle something-or-other at that lava planet."

"Do you mean Mustafar?" Kasen spoke up, ignoring the blue milk that was getting warm in front of him.

"Yeah, that one," Jovin said, mouth full of chewed food. I wrinkled my nose, but tried not to show my disgust. This was important news, and the need to hear his "rumors" overshadowed any rude gesture he could make. "Lana heard from a spacer this morning that he's supposedly the last of the Jedi."

"Seems like a pretty big burden," Anton frowned.

"Ah," Jovin shook his head, "sounds like the end of another hokey religion."

I bit down hard on my tongue, hard enough to hurt. Kasen squeezed my hand under the table.

"That's where you're wrong, brother," Anton pointed in his brother's face. "The Jedi aren't mystics, or fools. They know what they are talking about."

My heart swelled with a strange sense of gratitude, although my emotions were siding with Jovin in that moment.

But aren't you one of the last Jedi, Keelee? My memories poked at me.

I forced them down with another rubbery swallow of Nylog.

"Have you heard where he's staying?" Kasen asked, a little too eager.

Jovin gave him a hard, curious look, but Anton just shook his head.

"We haven't heard anything that specific. Only that he's somewhere on Tatooine. He arrived sometime yesterday."

Kasen nodded, trying not to seem too interested after his momentary lapse of composure. I patted his knee, and tipped back the last of my Nerf milk, leaving a blue mustache-like streak across my upper lip.

Laughter erupted around the table, and suddenly "Kenny", last of the Jedi, was old news. They had a new target now.

"Trying to become a man, there, eh?" Jovin pointed.

Kasen just shook his head, silently grossed-out by the bluish liquid.

"Here, let me," Anton reached over and wiped it with his sleeve.

Despite the grit that I knew was now in my teeth, I smiled gratefully.

"Thank you," I smiled, bowing my head shyly.

I felt a sudden burning flash in the Force, directly to my right.

I looked over at Kasen absently. His eyes were ablaze.

Jealousy is the shadow of greed, Kasen.