The gnarled treetops were lush with greenery, the almost dead-looking trunks of them pressed tightly together as the two dozen trees struggled with one another to stay on the little hill. Mira didn't need force powers to know Atton would be there, it was just so obvious that the man wouldn't think anyone would look there.

Struggling slightly Mira climbed the hill. Damn, she had gotten lazy, or perhaps it was simply the wave of negative emotions rushing at her that slowed her approach?

Slipping past the trees was easy, within moments she spied her target.

Atton still wore his ribbed jacket and dark pants, a blaster hung from his belt...no lightsaber though. The man was facing her, sitting cross-legged on a flat boulder of grey stone his eyes were closed and his hands resting in his lap. One would almost think him of peace.

"Atton Rand, meditating? Now I've seen everything." Mira said casually, leaning against one of the trees. "Though it doesn't seem you're that successful."

"Apparently not." Atton replied, tone neutral. "You'd think such an obvious 'leave-me-alone' sign would keep you away." The wave of emotions abated, if only slightly. He opened his eyes, giving Mira a frustrated look. "What do you want?"

"Just coming to say hi, it was a while after all. Mind if I sit?" Pulling off her cloak Mira sat down opposite her 'friend', feeling his eyes burn into her.

"Well, at least you got better taste in clothing then that sith chick..." Atton chuckled. It was an empty laugh though, as was the leer down her cleavage. Mira almost felt insulted, almost. "So when did you get here, heck, where have you been? While I was playing garbage truck for mechano-man I bet you were off dancing in Nar Shaddaa or something!"

"Close." Mira chuckled, the idea of seeing Atton working, well working hard, was...interesting. "I was mostly on Onderon, they posted a bunch of bounties to get some war criminals back, as well as some families who got split up. It...it was good work. I even got to have some civil conversations with a bunch of mandalorians."

"Civil conversation...? So no grenades?"

"No grenades."

"Well that's great, going out, doing good deeds for no apparent reason, probably gave all the money to charity..." He raised an eyebrow. "You did! Didn't you! Aw man! You're all...good and...ugh!"

"Well thank you, you're quite nice yourself." Mira smiled, Atton looked as if he had bitten a lemon. "I mean, helping Bao-Dur repair the academy, going to meditate like a true jedi..."

"Hey!"

"...complimenting on my taste in clothing..."

"What? I didn't..."

"...heck, even relinquishing your lightsaber for a life of peace..."

"Dammit! Shut up!"

"Aw, what's the matter?"

Atton just glared at her.

"Look, are you going to start crying or something? Because I'm not sure if I'm ready for that." Mira chuckled as the glare turned into a glower. "Besides, Bao-Dur told me I get to kick you in the balls if you got annoying."

"He what!?" Atton looked furious. "Look missy, I don't care for what you and your jedi buddies are doing here! I personally just want to be left alone, and that includes not talking to you."

"If you wanted to be left alone from us you picked a bad planet." Mira pointed out, drawing a groan from the scoundrel. "Besides, aren't you a jedi yourself?"

"Technically perhaps..." Atton glared down at the ground between them.

"Damn, if this is about you feeling inadequate again I'm going to shoot you right now. I thought the exile had weaned you off that crap."

"Wow, the year haven't dulled you, you're still an annoying witch." Atton grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Don't you get it? I don't want to talk about this."

"Sucks to be you then doesn't it?" Mira chuckled at the venomous glare that got. "Come now, what's the matter? Still glum about her leaving? We all are, but it doesn't mean the galaxy stops moving, nor does it mean that we don't have a certain responsibility now."

"I didn't sign up for any of that...."

"No I'm pretty sure you did back when you took to being trained. Now are you going to get up and join us for dinner willingly or...?" Mira let her question hang, feeling a stab of predatory glee at the scornful look Atton shot her.

"Go suck a death stick."

"Nah, they taste horrible." Mira got to her feet, igniting her lightsaber, the yellow light reflecting against Atton's surprised gaze. "Now are you coming or not?"

Eyeing the weapon for a moment Atton put on a brave face. "You have my answer."

"Fine, be that way." Mira took aim and fired her newest little attachment to her wrist launcher. The thin wire shooting out ended in a small pointed hook, and though too small to fully penetrate Atton's jacket it got a good grip on it. A force aided tug was enough to pull Atton off balance and stumble to his feet.

"Hey you shuta! What do you think..." Atton's protest died in his throat when he found Mira close behind him, her glowing saber mere inches from his face as she held it across his chest. "...doing...umm..."

"Now listen up." Mira kept her voice cool, how had the exile ever seen anything in this man was beyond her. "I don't have silk gloves like the others, nor do I have their patience. So fine, if I have to play your mother I will, and right now I'm telling you that you're going to eat your dinner. That includes the vegetables."

"You got to be...oww!" Atton yelped at the sudden tug at his hair. "Okay, okay! Man, what crawled up your tail pipe?"

"What I do on my spare time is none of your business." Mira chuckled as she extinguished her lightsaber and pulled her hook out of Atton's jacket. "Now get marching!"

"Aw, look at that! You ripped it!"

"Get over it."

"Well if you're my mother..."

"I'm not going to fix it for you."

"You broke it!"

"Be happy that's the only thing I broke."