As Neesta munched on her toast, enjoying it thoroughly, she noticed both parents staring at her. Normally, she didn't mind it so much when people stared at her, or looked at her, or paid any kind of attention to her, but right now it was weird... and she knew exactly what to do about weirdness. Grinning, she concentrated and continued to eat her toast. She had been having Jedi lessons with Master Yoda, and he tended to hit her on her intangible shins for misbehaving, and he wasn't here right now...

Mara suddenly realized her chair was floating and looked to Luke to find him rising into the air as well, and had to laugh at the absurdity of it. "All right, Little Needle. You've made your point. Put us down now." She did. "You could have just said something."

Neesta finished her toast and shook her head. "Too simple." Then she took a deep breath and looked at her father. "That was as hard as touching was before. Sort of."

Luke blinked at her, suddenly realizing he was staring. He couldn't help it, though... and for some reason, it felt like someone should have been poking at him with a walking stick for not thinking of it in terms of the Force. His daughter was sitting in their kitchen, enjoying toast... never mind that she hadn't actually been born alive, here she was. "I believe it. Remind me to tell you about trying to lift my X-Wing out of a swamp sometime."

Neesta giggled. "Don't have to! Master Yoda told me!"

Luke glanced at Mara, who was looking at him funny. "That explains how she could lift us into the air. Training."

"Learned a lot while I was grounded," Neesta told him. "And Grandma and Grandpa say hello."

"Getting your X-Wing out of a swamp?" Mara wondered.

"Couldn't."

"Oh." Mara suddenly realized they were missing a person, and glanced toward the door leading to the living room. "It doesn't really take that long to check on two children, does it?"

"It does if one or two of them are awake," Luke reminded her.

"Good point." Mara returned her attention to Neesta, smiling. "That reminds me. Come here."

"Why?"

"Just come here." Neesta circled the table and Mara pulled her close, lead her hand to her abdomen. "You've been away so long, I didn't get a chance to tell you yet."

Neesta blinked at the sensation under her hand... was that? She'd felt it before, with Ben and Ri-Ri, but this... "Wow."

Mara smiled at Luke over Neesta's head. "Very wow."

Luke suddenly frowned. "I wonder how we're going to explain this to Han and Leia?"

Mara stared at him while Neesta froze in her arms. "You're right."

"I get to meet Aunt Leia and Uncle Han!" Neesta said with enthusiasm, as if having just realized the advantages of her situation. "And not get grounded for spending time with people my own age!"

They both stared at her, not having thought of it that way. For them, it was trying to explain the impossible. For her... not so much. Mara nodded slowly. "True. How do you think we should tell them, hmmm?"

Neesta frowned. "The truth?"

"What, that Elsie messed with a piece of equipment and shouldn't have?"

"Magic Elf and mice making wishes, Momma," Neesta reminded her with a grin. "Anything is possible to explain, if you try really hard."

Now Luke had to laugh at the reminder. "Ah. I'd nearly forgotten about that."

"You weren't shopping for a basinette," Mara told him. "You missed the giant avian trying to pass himself off as a waiter. And really... it's not like they haven't heard her name before."

"I didn't miss the man in a lab coat screaming his head off about not being an obstetrician," Luke pointed out.

Neesta giggled suddenly, drawing their attention back to her. "There was more than that! And Dot gave me some pointers about clothing that I still don't get. I like brown!"

Elsie came back into the kitchen just then, Leia following her. "I took the liberty of answering your door, and I'll be leaving now as I have overstayed my welcome, and Mara, I'll get a firm answer just as soon as I can... you know, feel. Oh, and here..." Here, Elsie pulled a manila envelope out of thin air. "You'll be needing this if she's solid. It's good to have an identity, and I did that months ago, just in case."

Mara took the think envelope, blinking in surprise at the speed Elsie had delivered all of that in. "You don't have to go, you know."

"If I don't go, Chris'll be turning up looking for me. It's not just about overstaying my welcome."

"Ah. Thank you, for this."

Leia watched the woman excuse herself from the kitchen, heard the front door open and close, and then turned to look at Mara. "What was that..." Her gaze fell to Neesta, who was looking at her with wide eyes. "Oh. Hello."

Mara smiled. "That was about oddness not quite on the level of giant avians trying to pass themselves off as waiters. Leia, allow me to introduce you to Neesta, our daughter."

Neesta waved. "Hi!"

Leia pulled up a chair and sat down next to Neesta. "So you're the mystery person I saw right after the accident two months ago, hmm? It's nice to finally meet you, Neesta."

Luke blinked. "You saw her?"

"I wasn't sure what I saw until now. There was pain, and..." Leia shrugged.

Neesta ducked her head, embarrassed. "I was visiting for Jaina and Jacen. Got in trouble."

Leia smiled and raised her chin. "Thank you."

"How are you taking this so well?" Mara wondered.

"We talked, remember? During your hospitalization?" When Mara nodded, Leia smiled again. "How can I not understand what this means to you, after all you've been through? I get it, Mara."

"Am I still in trouble for it?" Neesta asked plainitively, reminding them that there was something that still needed to be addressed. "For visiting?"

Now Mara pulled a chair over, seated herself on Neesta's other side. "No. You never were, really."

"Sure felt like I was! I couldn't even visit Diana without Ailee calling me on it! And she's not really alive!"

The oddness of that statement caused all three adults to laugh, and that's when Ben joined them in the kitchen, saw Neesta sitting at the table between his mother and his aunt, and asked her if she wanted to play. Neesta looked up at her mother. "Can I?"

Mara smiled down at her. "Of course you can."

"Yay!"

Leia watched the little girl run out of the room with Ben, smiled, and looked at her brother. "Busy day, hmmm?"

Luke smiled back. "Still getting used to it ourselves. It's hard not to think of her as a frequent visitor that the kids aren't supposed to know exists."

"That was why Widia grounded her," Mara muttered. "Something we'll have to spend time making up for, I think. Among other things."

Leia glanced at the grocery bag, still on the counter. "Was one of you going to start dinner?"

"Dinner?" Luke asked, then he followed her pointed gaze to the grocery bag. "Oh. Right. Dinner. Which we should have started already, and what time is it?"

Leia laid a calming hand on his arm. "Calm down, Luke. I told Han to start cooking before I headed over here to find out why you were so shocked."

"And I've already got the rolls in the oven," Mara added, glancing at her wrist chrono. "If Han is doing half the cooking for this... oh Force."

"What?" Luke wondered.

"It's Renna's rehearsal dinner! And we've suddenly got an extra child! And Elsie... pulled this out of thin air." Mara fingered the thick envelope currently laying on the table. "Speaking of people not acting normally... she wasn't."

Leia rolled her eyes and stood up. "Alright... what haven't you done yet?"

Mara smiled, and moved to take the rolls out of the oven. "Wanna help me peel tubers?"

"Would love to."

"Okay, then. Luke, go see how the little ones are fairing, okay?"

He did.