Bail had to pause, striding only halfway through the kitchen, when he saw a small figure sitting at the counter by herself. At once, he recognized the little girl as Romé, Sabé's daughter. The youngster looked perplexed, frustrated as she sat there, a writing utensil teetering up and down between her lips and papers strewn across the counter before her. Puzzled, and worried, Bail started towards her. Noticing him, Romé looked up, spitting out her writing pen. "Good afternoon, Miss Romé," he greeted with a small smile.

"Good afternoon, Viceroy," she responded very proper-like, straightening her posture and smiling just as her mother had taught her. Bail could have chuckled. He sat down on the other side of the counter, facing her, and began, "I couldn't help but notice that you looked quite lonely sitting by yourself over here. And troubled. Is anything the matter?"

Romé gave a little shrug, her gaze returning to her papers and notebooks. "I'm just working on homework," she said. "That's all."

"That's all? Some simple homework should not be so troubling, I like to believe. Perhaps, I could help you. I consider myself to be a very educated man."

Romé smiled lightly at his joke, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. "I don't think you can help me with this homework, though."

"Why not? Don't tell me they've changed the curriculum again! Ahh. There will never be a Minister of Education like Breha ever again."

Again, Romé shook her head. "No. It's just that . . . " she sighed, holding up a tall piece of thick and sturdy paper. "We're supposed to make our family tree for class."

"That's always a fun project."

"Unless you don't have much of a family."

Bail raised a brow at the young girl's statement, but it didn't take long for understanding to sink in. "I see what you mean, Miss Evillarde. I can see how that would be quite troubling."

Romé showed Bail her paper, telling him, "I already put down my parents' names and that's all I can do."

Bail looked at her paper and how neatly the seven-year-old had printed her parents' names with the accent in her mother's name and everything. She was such a smart girl, but Bail realized that he could still teach the girl something. "Well, if this is all the family you can think of, I am quite disappointed in you."

Romé's brows quickly rose and drew together, her posture straightening even more as she gasped, "What?"

"Romé! Is this really all the family you think you have? Don't you care about any of the rest of them?"

"I just told you! I don't know who my grandparents were! My parents hardly even remember!"

"Well, then, why would I be talking of them? No, Miss Evillarde. I'm talking about your true family. The family that you see every day. Tell me something, Romé. When someone says 'cousin', who do you think of?"

At once, a smile flitted onto the girl's face and she answered, "Jaina, Jacen, Eissa, Evern, Eile, Anakin."

"Exactly! What about when you hear the word 'aunt'?"

"Memily!"

Bail nodded. "You got it now? Do you need any more help?"

Beaming, Romé shook her head, her hand and pen getting right to work. "Thank you, Bail!"

"You're welcome, Miss Evillarde."

Sabé glanced around anxiously, her sacred patience quickly disappearing. She hadn't realized that her daughter was going to be the very last in her class to present. Though, when she thought about it, she knew that even if she had known, it would have been horribly rude to enter the classroom in the middle of the presentations. Mostly, she'd spent the whole time watching Romé who wouldn't stop wriggling in her seat. She seemed so excited, though Sabé couldn't fathom why. Honestly, she didn't know what to expect from her project. With their family being as big as three people, she'd asked Romé if she needed help, but her daughter had smiled happily, shaking her head. What to make of that, she had no idea.

Eissa was finishing her turn and Leia and Han clapped enthusiastically as she ended her presentation with a smile. From the corner of her eye, Sabé saw Romé preparing to get up from her desk, a clear beam plastered to her face. When the teacher called her name, she jumped from her seat and skipped to the front of the class. The Solo triplets, from their seats, snickered. The teacher helped Romé stick her paper to the board with magnets, then returned to her desk, leaving Romé to do her presentation. She stood up straight and tall, her hands folded nicely at her waist like she'd seen Leia do whenever she made speeches. Her shoulders spread, she began.

"Good afternoon! My name is Romé Faith Evillarde and this is my family." It took all of Sabé's strength not to laugh aloud. She exchanged a quick look with her husband who's face was red. Meanwhile, Romé had turned back to her paper. "My parents are Sabé and Ducchi Evillarde. I don't have any siblings, but I've got lots of cousins. The Solo kids are my cousins. And their mom Leia is kinda' like my aunt. Except, I think she's more of my big sister. Yeah, that sounds right."

From beside Sabé, Leia was shaking with laughter, though she knew Leia didn't find it as hilarious as she found it heart-warming and touching. Sabé thought the same and she was starting to wonder what had started her daughter on this idea. Not that she had any problem with it because she actually loved it. She just wondered. Then, as Romé launched herself into an explanation of how great an aunt Memily was, Sabé caught sight of Bail who just sat watching her, his arms folded, with a proud smile on his face. Suddenly satisfied, Sabé sat back, smiling her own grateful smile. She was glad he'd got her started on this. Romé deserved her own satisfaction within that. Besides, it was so close to the truth, it hardly made a difference. Romé and Bail were right. Just like Leia was her own niece, the Organas and company were like extended family to the Evillardes.