'Ello everyone! I have returned! This is a short little one about Asajj Ventress and Mace Windu, who certainly don't get along, but have a nice little back-and-forth about hair cream. This is one of the first adventures I thought up when I created this story, but due to more pressing storyline issues, was pushed back to whenever. Whenever is now. Enjoy!


Life in the Temple returned to normal- at least, as normal as it could get. The Jedi resumed their duties, the Senators continued whatever it was Senators did, and everyone else went home. Asajj, however, was faced with the prospect of a meeting with Mace Windu.

"So."

Asajj sighed inwardly. This was going to be like watching paint dry, wasn't it?

"You knocked over the entire drink table?" It was also rapidly heading in the direction of a session with Torin- Asking questions he already knew the answers to.

"Yes." What else could she respond with?

Mace was massaging his scalp with his fingertips. "Why?"

Ventress bit back an obnoxious reply. "It was an accident." Honestly, why did everyone seem to think she did everything on purpose? Did she really come off as reckless? Vengeful?

Okay, probably she did, but at least she wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to do anything that might endanger her new position here.

Mace finally looked up at her. "I'll have to send you to see Master Vameo again, you know that?" She must have made something of a face, because he continued, "Come on, she's a wonderful counselor, great for long chats. It won't be that awful."

"I don't particularly enjoy "chatting" with Master Vameo. Could I "chat" with someone else?"

"Like who?"

She hesitated. She talked with basically two people- Obi-wan and Aayla. "I don't know, someone who doesn't think every move I make has to do with my childhood?"

"Torin- I mean, Master Vameo, is a trained professional." Mace stood, and she copied him. "Now go on, she has some free time in about half an hour."

She briefly wondered if she should ask him how he knew, but decided against it. She was in enough trouble already.

"Oh, and by the way, would you like to buy some hair tonic?"

The question was so unexpected she almost laughed. "May I ask why?"

"For, you know, growing hair." He answered, as though it were obvious.

"I mean, why are you trying to sell it to me?"

"Do you object to receiving an offer to buy hair tonic?" He asked in all seriousness.

"What I mean is, you are not a hair tonic salesman."

"And?"

"And if I can put it bluntly, you don't have much hair yourself."

"And?"

"So why are you advertising hair tonic?"

"I believe someone who could use the product themselves is a great advertisement."

Asajj gave him a skeptical look. "You bought it off late night TV, didn't you?"

He sighed. "Yes."

"And it didn't work."

"Yes."

"And you're trying to pawn it off on me."

He scowled, but in a way that was almost amused. "Get out of my office." She happily obliged.

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